Roga watches Caitlyn and Althea finish making their pyre, but he focuses the most on the crab.  Finally, he has it in a position that looks ready, and he takes it off of the fire.  "Althea!" he calls, carrying the crab with him.  "Here you go, this is yours."  He hands her the crab, still smiling.  "I'm sorry if it's poorly prepared, but I've never made crab before."<br/><br/>Then he turns back to Caitlyn.  He recognized none of the words, but he guessed they were some kind of evocation.  He walks over to the pyre, staying well out of the way, but still close enough to see and hear everything.  The ritual made him curious, and he wanted to know more about his companions.<br/><br/>(Knowledge (Religion): d20 = 20!!!  And a +1 from intelligence.)