Caveman wrote:

[So, what side of the church did he see in the divination?].

Flames were too intense & Narrhil was too distant to tell.
But he surely did not recognize any of the area he was in during that "vision".

Narrhil approaches the bridge. The trees lean in nearly blocking out all light. He can just make out the looming shape of stone wall ahead maybe the mountain itself. The figure in black shawl climbs wide steps and enters an opening. The dog follows, and at the top of these wide steps the dog suddenly turns back toward the bridge, as if sensing something.... The blackness begins to spin and swirl leaving Narhill awake lying on the floor in the chapel bathed in the glow of his own con light. Pelts of tiny sleet falling against his face through the charred rafters above him.

The figure and its dog slowly move, only the hound's paws making the soft crunch against icy snow, it's strong pants sending tufts of condensate rising.
Tiny slivers of candle light quickly extinguish off to the right and left, but the figure ignores it.
Narrhil hears quieted whispers as he follows behind at unnoticeable distance.

The trees begin to block the dim star glow that is illuminating Narrhil's prey.
 

True.

[Yes, when you were trying to cast a mere ice dart or something at the dog, the unexpected onslaught of these violet daggers exploded from Narrhil's hands, then the ink faded away and the warmth returned, was the events.]
The harp is bent, there are two strings that Narhill has reattached. It could be lifted once but it is melted into the stone floor.

In the chapel, The ring on Narrhil's finger begins to shimmerlight. The wand in his hand too.
All of the ice daggers with the glowing dots of violet cyanish. light  stuck into the front doors do the same.
As does the melted harp in the corner.
Light shimmers from within Narrhil's pack.

The kitchen, the steps within the wall, the cellar are bare.
In the dome, the worm and the withered corpse both shimmer.

There is a wooden structure protruding from the snow on the far light's southwestern edge. 

[Narrhil doesn't know exactly where it is.  The front doors face WEST. He came into this place from the Northwest, out of those woods and across the snowfield to the light of the campfire made inside the chapel by the now deceased (and disappeared) travellers. Narrhil assumes the village must be West because he has been EAST out the back cemetery gate and up the mountain to the beastmen caves(hostage). North is the snowfield that borders the north woods (witch?). and South similar but much deeper drift(fallen? dog 6).]
 

Narrhil contemplates the opening at the main doors. He has bound them to the pews with rope but still allowing for him to squeeze through. He could untie the the whole mess and refasten with care probably sealing off the opening altogether from immediate access.

The two windows are indeed quite high, nearly 15 feet. He might slay Tillak and use his undergarments to cover them if he could figure out some way to climb. But that would not stop a determined entrant.

Standing in the beating sleet of the open roofed chapel is an altogether 40 x 40 feet of unsolvable problem...

Another stretch of peace and quiet should allow these pesky wounds and fatigue to pass, he thinks.
 

The worm remains docile.
Tillak seems like a limp lifeless doll.
The bowl fills again and after the porridge is consumed, Narrhil sleeps.
Immeasurable time passes and he awakens, nothing seemingly changed in his surrounds.

[NARRHIL +HD]