[Salone]

"Let him come. We are a flock, not cattle. The words are similar but not congruent."

He eyed the crucifixes that surrounded them, wondering exactly how an aging man was able to affix Dybbuk to a cross, especially if they had been free before. This ability eluded him, and for once made Na'lsa worry about what he had just ingested.

"I thank you for the gift of flesh. I however hope that they will not be like the Four Seeds of Persephone. Surely there is a power here that aids you that is either not visible or not present."