Flush with the heady rush of holy lust, Talton scours the interior of the fortified market. Seeing the two wights smashing through the compromised home on the Northwest side he mutters a prayer in a harsh confident cadence.
He extends his hand, throws it back and then quickly hurls a searing and snapping beam of brilliant light at one of the two wights, who now seem to be heading for our new druid ally.
Staying atop the barricade, Talton, will continue to survey the battle. Watching every direction that is visible through the snow, he will unleash the might of Pelor on any unfortunate enough to curry his wrath.