Their ascent back up through the sewers and tunnels is uneventful. The ghouls Tencednil remembers were located in a different area, at the broken seal, which is far from their current location. They make it up and out without being accosted. The trek to Citadel Volshyenek is a familiar one. It seems to pass them by quickly. 

A lack of undead is always appreciated. Those ghouls didn't impress the guard at all, the fight got her nothing. This is far preferable.

They walk through the doors of the Citadel and arrive back in the planning room. Navarro leaves to meet with his superiors in a debriefing.

Twenty minutes pass in relative silence.

Navarro returns. "We have our target. We will hit the cult tomorrow with a large formation. Shadi, I have a list of spells the Guard would like tomorrow. We will appreciate anything the Church can spare."

She takes a slip of paper from him. "Noted."

"You are all dismissed." He turns to Tencednil. "I'd like to see you back here tomorrow for the raid, if you want to help with a larger operation."

She breathes slowly for a moment, before exhaling strongly and nodding. She speaks a little slower, more apparent thought behind each word. "Yes, if there's a cult down there it need to be gone. If I can help, I want to." 

That said, she springs back to the bouncier, bubblier tone she's been using for most of their time together. "See you tomorrow!"

He nods. "Have a good rest of your day, Tencednil."