Moth I take a look around the chapel, unless it's like ankle deep in imp shit, in which case fuck finding stuff, the shit can have it.

"Greetings, Tut. How'd you end up in a shitty place like this, no pun intended? I'm Moth, a... bard and demonologist of sorts, but not really. Any idea what's going on here? Are these imps in league with the Knights of Armek?"

I try to recall if I know anything about these imps. I examine the spoor if I have to, if that will help me identify them or recall pertinent facts.

My vote is we head to the altar room.  ¶ 5:13 PM