Starting off down their group's designated path, Rylia was more than amicable to Cragsplitter's suggestion of formation. Wouldn't have had it any other way, really. With that mountain of muscle in the lead, nothing would be getting anywhere near the rest of them. The novelty of their smaller group wore off quickly, however, as the same old passages and rooms continued to crop up in front of them.<br/><br/>It was just as Rylia was thinking this, though, that a strange sensation passed over her body, as if she had just walked under a particularly gooey waterfall. Shuddering and trying to brush herself off, it was slow dawning on her that this had marked the first real instance of something different happening. A smirk slowly growing on her face, she saw this had dawned on the rest of her party as well, and moved forward with a little more enthusiasm, regardless of the lingering unpleasant effects of whatever field they had just passed through.<br/><br/>Stepping into the altar room, Rylia quickly notes the contents of the room, somewhat disappointed at the distinct lack of cultists. "Well, that was anti-climactic," she mutters to herself, but just then her eye catches movement across the room, as a nekojin ... appeared in the middle of the room. She just stares blankly at the new arrival, and he seems to be just as surprised by the group's presence as they by his. Rylia swiftly realizes that this must be another of the cultist's guards, and goes to draw her sword, but before she can do half as much, a rush of wind blows past her.<br/><br/>"Damn that bear can move; that's the second time he's blown right past me," she thinks to herself, before realizing it was Sunete that was so quick to action this time. Surprised, Rylia can do little but stare as the giant makes shockingly quick work of the nekojin, in one of the most impressive displays of voracity Rylia has ever seen. In addition to "nine feet tall," "giant hammer," and "magic," Rylia would be sure to add "very hungry" to the list of reasons not to get on Sunete's bad side.<br/><br/>Re-sheathing her sword and crossing the room to where Brady was already admiring Sunete's swollen belly, Rylia was happy to see they were already interrogating their new (and very temporary) prisoner.<br/><br/>"Better make this interrogation a fast one; the way your stomach's sounding, that shrimp isn't gonna last long." Rylia says, poking at Sunete's protruding gut. "Ask him if these cultists have anything up their sleeves other than the cheapest mercenaries money can buy."