Arngeirr smiles and laughs just once.  Without another word, he draws the black sash from the container.  "Now then," he tells the slight monk, "I would not wish to test lady luck too much.  If anything feels strange, please, remove the sash as quickly as possible or somehow let us know, and I shall endeavor to free you of it."<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/><i>The hornets continue their suicidal assault.  Bits of the savage insects are smeared across the knight's entire frame in thick streaks and great stringy ropes, a truly disgusting sight to behold.  Still they come on, their numbers seemingly endless, a dozen more arriving to fill the place of a single lost comrade.  But where were they coming from?  It was impossible to tell as they circled the knight, their movements erratic and uncoordinated.  A handful began to collect around his visor, their eyes peering in on him, but they seemed either too large or unwilling to fit through the narrow openings of his armor.<br/>
<br/>
As the knight burst out of the Forbidden Temple and entered the gardens, the hornets swelled around him, rising up higher and higher into he air.  They all seemed to flee at once, soaring up into the sky and out across the Great Falls.  In a matter of seconds the swarm had disappeared, vanishing on the horizon.  The hellish horde left not trace; the knight's armor was devoid of gore, the bodies of the fallen having miraculously evaporated along with the swarm.</i>