((Please review the first/introductory post.  I've made some changes that will hopefully clarify things))<br/><br/>As Victor sneaks through the dozen or so elves and humans, he hears snippets of conversation.  The gist of it is that the elves are confident that the healers can devour and rebirth the patients, they've seen it many times.  They're suspicious that the Grel might have tricked the high priestess, and is actually planning to really eat the poor fairies.  The Grel have a reputation for cruelly and slowly hard-voring fairies while enjoying the sound of their screams of agony, that everyone is aware of.<br/><br/>For the rest of the day the pregnant elf gave birth.  This batch was mostly halflings from the village about a months walk south.  They milled about, “Ooh”-ing and “Ah”-ing over the fairies, which most of them hadn't seen in person before.<br/><br/>That evening the Priestess of the Siudd'ithsi began the ceremony.<br/><br/>“Air Spirits of the North, I call thee (a light wind blew), Water Spirits of the East, I call thee (the surf became audible though miles away), Fire Spirits of the South, I call thee (candles and torches briefly flared), Earth Spirits of the West, I call thee (the ground trembled beneath them). Spirits of the gathered throng, lend me your power through prayer, that your loved ones may be reborn” A sense of power like static in a storm filled the holy grove. “Centuries ago the Gods made war. The Goddess of Magic was slain. As a result, magic became more difficult. Especially resurrection magic. But the Druids of Old discovered a loophole in the laws of life and death. If someone is eaten and dying, in a woman's stomach, they are close to the seat of life in her womb. The proper magic can switch them from the stomach to the womb, from which they will emerge whole and cured of mutilation and age, as they were when they first stepped from their mother's womb. But the price of magic demands that one of the candidates die, slowly digested in agony, as a sacrifice to fuel the healing magic. And thus the order of Ise Toirch'iad Siudd'ithsi, “She who bears those she Devours”, was born. I am The Devourer, who will slay one, so that others may be reborn from my womb.”<br/><br/>“Step forth, Anavar I'se Siudd'ithsi”.  As the Grel maid stepped forth, the high Priestess spoke.  “This is my acolyte, whom I trust with my life.  But I realise that most of you do not.  Anavar, our order has created magic items through the years to make our job easier, and this ring is one of them.”  The Priestess held up a jade ring.  “This will allow you to use Tantric magic, the energy of sex, to absorb your charges straight into your womb, IF you both bring each other to orgasm and allow you to devour and rebirth your charges within 28 days, without timing it to the full moon as I do.”  The Priestess turned to address the throng.  “I hope that this will ease your fears of my acolyte.  Now, let us begin.  All fairy sized or smaller will go to Anavar, I will heal those larger”.