[Suzerain of Sheol]

Mehetabel looks at the group with eyes wide, but in truth, it is not the chaotic events that have just unfolded for which she trembles, but her trepidation at the power that is even now stirring so near on the isle.

She addresses them abruptly, her voice strained with worry. "If we are to do this, then we must go now. My people have no weapons, and cannot aid in this. I will accompany you, and see this through. Let us hope to the Master that we survive.

She sets off out of the town, trusting that those of the company brave enough to face the power will follow.