Achkby remains above the rest of the party, surveying as much of the room as he can. Occasionally, he glances uneasily over his shoulder to see if anyone is sneaking up beind him, but tries to keep watching outwards.
He watches uneasily as Sedryn casts the spell, and shivers as he watches the man crumple. He nervously puts his sling back on his belt, and once again pulls his wand out.
"Keep me covered, Elthan," he calls quietly to the first of the twins.
As he watches the other smallfolk work at the altar, a thought drifts across his mind, At the very least, we probably shouldn't kill the Drow in this place. It would be best to get him away from a place so close to the evil Gods of the Underdark...