Siva pushed open the wooden door of the brig, standing in the frame the as it swung open in a dramatic fashion before slamming against the wall. His gazes stretched out to meet her, replying her little grin with one of his own before taking the short walk over to her cell. Standing mere inches from the bars, he wrapped one of his armored hangs around the cage the best he could before speaking, "Sleep well?" He gave a childish giggle to the question. He looked down to the helm, he had been palming the whole journey here before quickly looking up to her with a toothy smile. It was the first time Rasha was able to look upon his face without the obscurities, his tanned skin was almost unblemished besides the burn scar that ran horizontal under his eye. Pulling back from the bar, he ran his hand across his cheeks and traveled to his dome over the stubble which had grown during their journey before taking before raising his helm and locking it in place with a loud metallic ring.<br/><br/>As the tension between the two rose it was quickly broken as the rattle of his two squires approached, he turned to greet them as the door was opened and the two boys presented the chest he had requested. Motioning for them to put it down in the corner, he'd take a moment to look over Rasha's ragged body before turning from her to assist the squires with chest and its hidden contents. He stood over the boys allowing them to do the manual labor, the chest opening up slowly and rattling its ornate decorations, bending at the hips Siva reached in collecting the holy brazier. He would turn his attention to his prisoner again as he approached the cell placing the holy relic in front of the cage, the two boys squired after him holding essential oils and logs with holy rites carved into them. The boys would ago about starting their holy flame, slowly feeding it and tending to its every need, as the flame grew and grew the logs would become red hot as if they were ingots melting in a furnace.<br/><br/>"The third line of the True Canon," His words where stern as if an order to recite the the canon and with out skipping a beat the two young squires spoke up. "There is no pain unendurable in the name of Menoth." Their voices high in pitch was a sign to Rasha they were no younger than fifteen.<br/><br/>Siva turned his head towards the squire to his right giving a nod of his head, and quickly the boy ran off to the chest once again to retrieve the brand of Menoth. With the boy returned he presented to his master with dipped head, Siva reaching out took it and quickly placed it into the sacred fire. He would stare into the fire watching the rod heat up waiting till it would reach a red hot, his words were the only thing to break the silence "Rasha, your wurm can not save you from the true faith and a chance at redemption."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>