Trawyn

The bard nervously glances at Jemus' eyes from time to time as they make their way across town, and when the redness fades he claps his friend on the shoulder, "Your eyes appear to have regained to their natural color. Being able to see in the dark would be useful indeed, but you look much more....normal, this way."

Turning to Semult, "Your breathing sounds more regular now as well....a relief, I'm sure."

Stopping and looking up at the ruined top of the tower, Trawyn shakes his head then points to the door on the lower level, "I say straight in this time....all of us. If there's cultists about again, we'll fare better together."