You pull one of the plain silver wedding bands to offer.

You return and take a seat up front and wait for the sermon to begin. Everyone is sitting in a semi-circle around an open space in the middle of which is a small wooden bowl.

You sit for several minutes, waiting patiently for something to happen, senses straining for any sense of magic. After a while a mist begins to rise slowly from the ground, coalescing into the form of a beautiful woman. Still you sense no magic.

"My beloved people," the ghostly image smiles radiantly, speaking in a voice that is clear, strong, and full of caring. "It warms my heart to see you again. As I look out over you, I feel the pride of a mother for her children, for we are a family and we can find all that we need in each other. We must remember to share what we can freely with those who need it and they in turn will share with us when we are in need. If we all love and care for one another we shall never want. We need not the Gods and their churches, hording their wealth. We must be free from such greed. We must shed ourselves of useless of useless trinkets and shiny baubles whose only purpose is to show that you are someone's better. We are all the same. As revealed to me by the angels Ailacanti, Frauwashak, Vabivua, and Kakigg, if we all join together in support of one another, we will form a bond that cannot be broken! A bond that will see us all reunited in our own realm in the infinite Celestial Plane!"

The Voice of Angels pauses while many people in the crowd voice their thanks or say short prayers to her.

"I believe I see some new faces today. Does anyone have any signs of wealth and greed they wish to be rid of? It is the first step toward joining our family and ensuring your place in our afterlife, where there will always be someone to love and comfort you."

At this point you stand, as instructed by Urlis before the sermon, alone with an elderly woman and a small boy who is being encourage by who you assume to be his parents.

Suddenly you sense the presence of a magical aura as the wooden bowl floats up and moves over to each of you. The boy drops a copper necklace set with roughly cut gemstones into the bowl. The old woman, after a moment's hesitation, drops in a heavy silver ring then the bowl floats to you and you deposit your recently acquired wedding band. [Roll me a Spot check.]

The bowl, which you can now see glowing with a faint magical aura, then floats back to its spot under the Voice of Angels. When the bowl lands, the magical aura disappears, then a moment later there is a brief flash of a slightly more powerful magical presence. [Feel free to roll a Spellcraft check to see if you can determine the school of the first aura you detected. The second was there and gone too quickly. You didn't even sense where it came from.]

The Voice of Angels looks over the crowd with a look of sad regret. "I'm afraid I must leave you now. But fret not. I will return soon to speak to you all again. For now I must rest and regain my strength."

And with that the form dissipates back into mist and sinks into the ground.

[Hope you don't mind me running that whole thing as a scene. Urlis would have instructed you beforehand not to interrupt.]