<span style="font-weight: bold">Synys</span><br/><br/>Whilst your stomach had churned around him, the blackscale had been able to convince himself that his escape attempts were making some progress, that some portion of the roiling motion was his presence disrupting your belly, and that he might be expelled… when you pin him, render him immobile, unable to move in the slightest regard… he realises. He’s only being expelling in one direction from your tum, and that in a form which will never enter Rahshaak’s heavenly guard.<br/><br/>Unless he co-operates.<br/><br/>Do to do is damnation, of course, to betray his Priestess and the Children of Rahshaak is to betray Rahshaak himself… but if he lives, he might yet earn redemption.<br/><br/>“Alright,” he cries. “Alright. I’ll talk. I’ll talk! There’s… the Priestess, and her six Adepts… except you killed Lyssa here, and Mikya outside… and Kristoff didn’t get up from eating the bad-food… so three. I don’t know how many of the rest of us retreated into the forest, or were devoured by you… not less than three nor more than ten, I think… and I don’t know how many of the little ones (poison dusk) remain.” He pauses, and a warning gurgle from your tum prompts him to be thorough in his honesty. “Lyssa and I were sent in here… the Acolytes wanted something from their chests… and we were to release the direwolverines, to hinder you whilst the other built defences… but Lyssa saw the chance for a quick meal and she decided…” he stammers off, pauses for a moment. “There’s supposed to be a secret passage that leads back to the atrium, but I couldn’t<span style="font-style: italic">find</span>it,” he half-wails. “I… think there’s another one, but I swear I don’t know where it is. In the atrium, somewhere.” He pauses, for a moment. “The Child of Rahshaak… a young black dragon… it has its own ways of moving about the temple. Those ‘wells’ lead to its lair,” he explains, “but I don’t know how to open them. Sacrifices are made by the Priestess and her Acolytes…”