The cultist awaiting orders is distracted momentarily, lost gazing at the bulges each Chosen is sporting. Eventually, he manages to snap out of his stupor, blushing slightly. He clears his throat, averting his eyes to avoid further embarassment to himself.<br/>"Well then, it's good to see our champions haven't gone hungry. I only hope what we've found here will satisfy you." He drops to a knee humbly. "If it isn't, then I would gladly offer myself in attempt to sate you, if it be the will of the Dragon Queen. What is your order? Should we wait for the battering ram team to force their way in, or would you take the lead through the back door with the key?" he asks, looking up again, already nearing his previous trance.