Kylara waits until those who want come near her, then adresses her group: "Listen. We have been chosen to guide this lady to a certain place within Har'oloth, where a ritual will take place. She is a very ... valuable ... property and shall be given the utmost respect." She looks into the faces of everyone. "The situation as such has somewhat intensified. In so far that you may have to through yourself into the line of fire to save her life. The Sisters have agreed that everyone of this group will be given at least 5,000 gold pieces if the ritual is being performed, money of those who die trying will be split amongst the survivors." The priestess opens her palms and shows the three rings. "Well, the female is not what she looks like right now. She does possess powers that puts everyone of us, and I mean everyone of us, into shade. Right now though, as part of the agreement with her superior, she will carry that cold iron torque which will ensure that she stays within 2 miles of us. Furthermore, these rings protect us from her ... say mental influences. I already got one and I will hand these three to those who have shown their qualities so far, as well as those I deem useful. Thus, Xune, Szordrin, and Sheiriya will get one ring each." She hands the rings over. "Now, this all is not to say that I value the others any less than these three, but I have to take measures that the work is done properly should I fall. Any questions?"
While this goes on, the human settles down in the circle again, looking a bit bored before striking up another verse of her tune:
All along that singing river
That black mass of men were seen,
High above their shining weapons,
flew their own beloved green.
"Death to every foe and traitor!
Forward! Strike the marching tune.
And hurrah my boy for freedom;
'Tis the rising of Selûne".
By the rising of Selûne,
By the rising of Selûne
And hurrah my boy for freedom;
'Tis the rising of Selûne".
