The tip of Zan's scythe fell to the ground, the handle only being loosely grasped by the rather shocked cleric.

"Did.. I do that? Oh... oh Boccob...." He turned a little pale before violently shaking his head, Dravick's words reaching him. "R-right. I guess we should..."

Though he was shocked by the gruesome way in which the guard died, he knew it was for the best.. the man was evil. The reassurance from Surian and Aulric brought a slight smile across his face, and he felt a bit of comradery in the making. But now was no time to get all fussy over a bit of good luck; Zan had to continue his performance. He didn't want the others to be let down... so, he follwed Dravick into the church, doing his best to cover the blood on his weapon by putting it away.