"I say, that is... troublesome, to say the least."  Had something brushed against the man's mind?  Infiltrated it even?  This was why Arngeirr had wanted to be the test subject, but he knew if this was a worst-case scenario it would be lethal for the huge warrior to be under a demon's sway.  He could not peer into the monk's head, and could not understand the nature of the sash until he himself wore it.  Was it making a person's inner fears and conflicts worse?  He had no way to tell.<br/><br/>Arngeirr holds out his hand to the small-of-body-huge-of-heart monk.  This, he decides, will be how he determines if the monk is under some strange influence.  "I say old bean, could you give me the sash so that I might return it to the container?"<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/><i>Morr soon finds himself in a deserted area of the Forbidden Temple's vast corridors.  The buzzing sound is constant, but had become a low drone.  At first the loss of pitch could be interpreted as moving further from the source, but something about the sound is insistent; he must be coming closer to the source of whatever the noise was.<br/>
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Then... there.  On the wall!  A bumbebee?  Surely Vernasus would not have allowed a-<br/>
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No, it was far too large to be a bee.  What was is it?  The inset was nearly as long as a man's finger, with a black and yellow carapace and the most devilish of faces.  Its huge eyes and wicked mouth parts made it look absolutely vicious.  It looked for all the world like a giant hornet, sitting idly on the wall, its wings putting up a slightly buzzing sound.  But how could one insect make such an awful noise?<br/>
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But wait... was... was the sound</i>behind<i>Morr?</i>