Thom and Jan return a moment later-the men on the roof won't be seeing the stars anymore, or anything for that matter.
Chironas leads on. The men and women here had all watched her being tortured-and done nothing. In her eyes, they were all as equally guilty. They were all going to die, except for one.
The group heads to the spiral staircase located behind the altar...as they pad their way down the stairs, Chironas puts a hand on Williams chest to stop him-pointing at something in front and below him, at roughly groin height. It's an extremely thin trip wire, connected to the wall and a mechanism that looks like a tiny box embedded in the wall. Close inspection reveals a pillbox trap of about a dozen spring loaded steel needles. It was well hidden, and even William hadn't noticed it right away.
"Needless to say, if you had tripped over that, our nights would have been a lot more boring..."
Chironas smiles, thinking of good times to come, maybe-and motioning William over the trap and downward.
In time, they reach the bottom-all that stands in front of them is a double oaken door, with no lock visible.
"The rest are in here..."
The group prepares to burst in on Williams mark,
Meanwhile...
Our friend, the man pretending to be a Priest, yawned. Well, time to go to sleep anyway. There was a service in the morning-a funeral.
He got up, waving goodnight to the four bored men on watch. He strolled to the double doors that lead out...and heard a few words float out from the hallway-in a voice he recognized, barely. The rest are in here? What could that mean?
He stared dumbly at the entrance, waiting for something to happen.