As the high priest Drega Trajbu's spirit appears, the other ones back off immediately.

Good. I am most relieved that you gathered all the ingredients. Let us cast the spell with haste! - calls out Drega Trajbu.

He draws a magical circle on the ground, and places the gemstones, the magical dagger, the three divine relics symolizing law, hope, and sun, the frozen heart of a priest, and the skull of Varage'lo the enchanter into it.

He begins chanting in a language which you don't reckognize. Altough Jhaen could tell that it is most likely a distant, strange variation of celestial.

Meanwhile, the other restless spirits form a circle around you, staring blankly with their unearthly gaze. Yet, you can feel their excitement.

When Drage Trajbu is finished with the spell, a faintly glowing amber light starts to grow from the middle of the magical circle, and in a short time, itsurrounds all of you. - Now hold the feather of the miighty eagle, and drink the blood of the virgins! - he orders you. Jan may have some issues (both moral and gourmand), but Tanara in her current panther form certainly doesn't. Erisa, Vorr, and Rache drink the blood quickly. Erisa is about to throw up, but the dwarven mercenary almost seems that he liked it.