[4e FR] The Five of the Realm - IC

[Dacia Brabant]

Mai-Sal Stormchaser

Engrossed as she was in translating the runes emblazoned on Arien's chest, Mai didn't react to her vomiting (and thus was fortunate it missed her) apart from shooting Infernion an annoyed glare before resuming her examination.

"It's an oath ritual, written in Netherese. A wise choice on their part, few now who live can understand it--and I'm guessing you are not one of the few," she told the woman with a knowing look, but that statement was as much for her draconic companion's benefit. "Given enough time, I could probably reverse it, but that's a dangerous prospect not guaranteed to work. The only other options, though, are for you to fulfill your oath or *ahem* to die, but let's avoid that. In fact, let's avoid asking her any more questions about the oath or relating to it, all that'll do is torture her and not even yield any answers."

Sensing the inevitable next question, she continued.

"What we need to do is find the key. So all they had in common were those necklaces, and they don't seem to do anything? Hmm. Did you try the other ones that the cultists were wearing? They may be different since she isn't one of them."