A tug on the line. Let's see what he could reel in. Badd kept his scowl and recalcitrant act, even as he continued to feed Lunge information and wait for his reaction to provide information in return.

"There's a fountain the center, all covered in monsters. It's got some kind of weird red fluid in it, maybe wine or colored water made up to look like blood. Other than that, looks like a perfectly normal nondenominational chapel down to the purposefully ambiguous prayerbooks. Must be some freaky religion they practice up here, not my business. I was never a church boy anyway."