<A ritual, you say?> The illithid visibly perking up, in posture and tone of thought. Once more planting his feet solidly on the ground and sitting upright, hands on the armrests. <Pray tell, what did you have in mind? What, dare I say, could possibly be more effective, then the more, traditional means, my people employ?> Stopping a moment to size the witch hunter up and down, <Though, I will admit that, a being of your power, will likely occupy a good half of my own range of control... If not more so... In which case, I shall be, 'all ears', for this ritual of yours.> Pushing with his hands, the mind flayer heaved himself to his feet, and dusted off the lether flaps which covered the front and back of his legs, the various torture devices and twin rods making faint chiming sounds. <After you Master Benedict...><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>