All come together

Meridia, hearing Dormir's distant voice pipes up Dormir is your heart giving you trouble and screaming? Do you need me to do the healing ritual?

After a suitably long awkward pause, Meridia turns to Thalnazz, So are should we head straight to the church or should we seek out some lodgings.

Gazam eyes the gem with naked envy and lust. He sighs when the Fel light is gone. "A church? Those exist? I thought they were a joke."

After Jaina ascends the stairs, Thalnazz is startled from his thoughts as he stared at Dormir's strangely quiet gem. "Oh, yes. Yes, the church. We... we should go." Thalnazz stands and bows to Pained before walking out of the tower and making his way to the church.
Along the north wall of the city sits a modest, but still dignified church of the Light. Though you receive a few curious looks, Thalnazz leads you reverently into the church. There is a sense of calm inside the church. The afternoon sun filters through stained glass windows and candelabras sit on the outter edge of the few rows of pews. Sitting in the front row is the only person in the church - a dark haired man barely reaching middle age in ritual vestments. "You're late for worship." Apparently he's heard you enter. "But if there's somethi-" He lifts his head and turns to you. Startled by the sight of you all, he seems speechless.
Thalnazz smiles and tries to put the man at ease. "Brother Allen. It is good to see you again. Uh, please don't be alarmed. These are my colleagues." Thalnazz introduces everyone, only giving names. "We've come in search of some aid. In order to help Meridia here, we need one of the holy relics."
Predictably, Allen is skeptical and seems to be searching for his words.

His hand stroking his totem repeatedly, Mul'Zeb whispers a short reverence to the local spirits. He looks around the church and wonders how the spirits tolerate being locked in such a confining place. He keeps his thoughts mostly to himself, only muttering a few words under his breath, "...should have freedom... locked in a temple... need space... " and so on, but being sure to keep a friendly appearance.

Thalnazz locks eyes with Brother Allen, and the human seems to visibly relax and smile at the high elf. "You have been one of the most devout and faithful clergy I have ever known - despite the tragedy of your homeland - and because of you I have learned that we are all children of the Light." He gives Mul'Zeb an uncomfortable glance. "I trust you, and I will push these doubts from my mind." With that, the man holds up a finger, telling you to wait for a moment as he goes into a back room.
After a brief few moments, he reverently carries a holy symbol with a faint golden glow. Thalnazz smiles warmly as Allen ceremoniously hands the relic over to the elf. "To ask for such a thing, you must have quite the task ahead of you. Go. Light be with you." The two priests share a moment, Thalnazz even reaching out to grasp the man's shoulder in thanks.
Holding the relic protectively, Thalnazz leads everyone out of the church into the city street. You notice a few city guards shuffle around, none looking directly at you, but none with their back to you. "Well, Meridia and I have some work to do, but I don't believe our time here is quite done. There is the matter of the mage. Gazam? You were quiet in Miss Proudmoore's tower. What do you plan now?"

Gazam stares at Thalnazz. His tusks churn slightly, in an orcish version of grinding your teeth. His eyes narrow and he focusses in the distance. "Not know. Not know why came here." He shrugs and looks at the mumbling Mul'Zeb. "Mul'zeb. Why we come here? Did your Loas lead us?"

"Oh, well besides the relic for Meridia, I thought that this was a good enough place as any to look for that mage that teleported away in Ashenvale. I mean, this is the center of the Alliance on Kalimdor."

Gazam nods. "My plan is to tear her head from her body, pull her spine out, and then fashion a necklace with it. Surely you didn't invite me here with that in mind." He grinds his tusks again. "That would be poor repayment for the hospitality shown."

He chuckles darkly. "You are right, though. I should at least look for her." Gazam wanders off, looking for wizardly looking folk to ... question.

Ally's looks around desperate for someone or something to distract the gnome so he can make an escape. Seeing none, he resigns himself to trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Once again finding his unending stamina to be a curse, not even the release of unconsciousness to rescue him

The gnome takes Allyk's curt responses as a desire to have more time to consider his decisions. "Right you are, pal. I'll give you some time to think."