Well, given where Session IV ended, there's not much opportunity for extended conversation, errand-running, or whatever.

I believe Luke's reaction to the appearance of vicious-looking winged creatures around him in the cavern will be to exclaim "Oh shit!" and look to get back to the cavern's entrance where the rest of the party is.  Surely the easiest way to take these creatures out will be to fire arrows and spells from the relative safety of this doorway.

Anyhow, given the lack of opportunities to do much roleplaying in the present, I'll try a flashback to our characters' recent past: the hours we spent trekking towards the tower that we are currently adventuring beneath.

As we march through the wilderness, Luke says to Nadarresh: "I'm glad to know you have such respect for the dead, that you were willing to stop and bury all those victims of the wolf attack.  I hope you know that I really do care about those poor souls too, even though I wanted to track down the person behind the attack first.  I'm all for giving them a dignified burial later, if we make it out of this citadel alive.

"Did you grow up among the dwarves?  What did your people teach you to do for the dead?"

Aerandis overhears their conversation and moves closer to talk.

"I'm sorry that you have been upset by this.  In my home forest we also hide the dead, though among the tree-tops among woven boughs of living wood.  While the spirit returns to the fey lands, the body goes to the creatures of the sky.  It must be similar with your people when your body is consumed by the small burrowing creatures under the earth.  "

"It is hard to retain a true balance, as the druids teach.  The bodies of the wolves are scavenged according to their own nature, but the bodies of goblins are hidden by fire, according to their custom.  In life they may try to kill us but in death I suppose we are all the same.  It is still hard to want to respect the bodies of our enemies."

Aerandis looks Nadarresh in the eye and says, "We will return for these people and treat their bodies with respect.  But if we don't root out the cause of their deaths we may end up with even more unnatural killings."

Luke laughs.  "When you charge into battle wearing that suit of armor that looks like it's made from woven reeds, it's no wonder you get cut up sometimes!  I'm sure you scare the shit out of our enemies, but you need someone watching your back.

"I've been asking Heironeous lately to lend me some of his ability to heal wounds, the way the clerics do.  I figure, if we're all about restoring the balance here, it would be better to have some power to heal people as well as cutting them up.

"I mean, who knows if the god will ever find me worthy of that, but it wouldn't be unheard of."

"As I moved so quickly from my family in the caravan that short while ago, into this group, I must admit I was wary of putting my full trust into all of you or if you'd even let me earn it.  I find now that those fears were only that and I have come to trust you all despite my brashness in battle..." he paused for several seconds and then finished, "and falling into pits, taking on Minotaurs by myself, charging at an undead creature of energy that bursts forth from an evil ritual's orb...." he trailed off, smiling as he spoke, listing all the times in which he charged into battle, which seemed to be every battle so far.

"You seek to fight this evil, by yourself or with us and that makes you a friend by your deeds alone.  I must first know one thing and I ask that you answer truthfully...."

He paused, looking to the ground and then right at Theren.  "Do I really look scary in this armor?!"  He said smiling...