"Welp, this was a last time I trust the faith of the world on the shoulders of a party full of missfits!" said Tivian, as she watched creep coming forth whilst drinking her tea. She was calm, being sure that great Sarenrae would make sure she'd be taken care of in the after life. "If I ever get reincarnated or something, I'll make sure that my comrades carry an blunt object with them at all times..."