Our battle continued for a while more before I dashed into the ship's interior. I was soon kneeling, spending most of our time within the ritual spell in prayer and flickering through the pages of a certain small tome I possessed. After a while, I informed the rest that I was going outside to confirm the status of the fog and Martell, as well as the captain's and returned declaring we'd be out of danger soon. I rested a bit then, taking care to polish my blade while being unable to do the same for my shield, and not bothering to do it with my armor. Once I was (mostly) certain we had exited the fog, I took my leave and returned to a small room, staying with Boo until it was time for us to return to the deck of the ship. Once there, I went to grab my shield, which was now lying next to the edge of the ship, only stopped from falling off outright by that short wall. I began working on some improvised mending of my shield, and a little bit of polishing, while the discussion regarding the merits of shooting the undead from afar or going straight to them ourselves was going on.
Boo herself was holding on to my leg, hiding her face behind it the whole time. I gave her a pat on the head as the discussion ended, part reassurance, part as a half-apology for how unkept her hair looked, being on the sea for so long for the first time. Later, after the frontline had cleared the immediately visible undead, I instructed:
"Boo, stay close behind me." I smiled at her, though it was likely not very visible from behind my helmet. Or at all. I then turned to the rest of the present crew and passengers. "Everyone, if you are not necessary to man the ship, follow a bit behind me. Those necessary to man the ship, come as soon as you are able to."
I then readied my shield, raised my sword, and began descending...
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The temple wasn't anything made to impress: It was simple, small and rustic, just the type you'd expect from a village on the edges of the old kingdom. Little sunlight passed through the dust-covered windows, most of the illumination coming from cracks or holes in them, or the candles myself and my fellow Greylight paladins had begun to lit. Mush grew on the side of the carefully placed stonework, and fungi on the base of the statue of a goddess holding large fish on top of her arms with rolled back sleeves. The things probably feasted on the dried blood once belonging to one of the walking corpses we had likely dealt with outside.
We and a few soldiers had knocked down what remained of the broken door, and taken out the benches that had been too drained by rot to remain safe and usable. In replacement of the door with used some sheets to make for curtains, then we began placing symbols of Försil. Though it may disgrace the goddess worshipped in this region, it was doubtful she was offering any protection any longer, if ever she truly did. On the other hand, through the coming ceremonies my fellow paladins would work on a ward to keep the people within safe from some of the more dangerous undead.
Finally, a table was set up, with a map from the scouts drawn by the scouts being placed upon it. I was allowed to take my leave to bring Boo somewhere she could rest for a while longer, perhaps spend a bit of time with her before I was needed again. Taking the girl by the hand, I brought her along to search for an empty tent we could borrow for a bit (since it'd be troublesome to have to unfold our own so soon).
"Alright Boo. You're going to stay here, you hear me? It's like in the boat, I'll be back to pick you up right away, alright? They are probably going to call me for something soon. Ah, don't worry! It's not something for a pretty little one like you to be worried about, I'm sure. We'll get to hang out soon, I promise. Soon.... How about you take care of that hair I always do such a bad job with? Maybe I'll have a surprise when I come- "
I didn't get to finish what I was saying, seeing the shadow of the soldier who arrived, likely to request my presence back at that rustic old temple they were readying themselves in.