Ralof felt the foul shadow magic in the air before lights went out. "Ah that crappy shadow magic again. Like those tricks would affect us." he thought. Stood there and waited for the priest's words to end. Then he turned his head half way, without moving rest of his body, and said "Nice light show." he said, and with a wicked grin on his face, he added "Do that again, and you may even see the flash of my pistols, dark caster.".
He walked over to a stool and sat down. His deft hands reached for his side pockets and started searching for cartridges he crafted earlier. Cartridges for precautions of occasions like that. "Just in case." he murmured. Meanwhile, he was curious about what priest said. Guesses crossed his mind: "Legions? Must be Varian's lapdogs. Phmmph! Like i would care about that.".