"I assume you are not here as offerings are you?" the woman jokes.<br/>"Was that off colour. I hope i have not done anything wrong." she says after a pause sounding a bit concerned.<br/><br/>Fear flooded her mind as she worried that she might be in over her head. She pushed such thoughts out. If she made someone mad so be it. Whatever she had found was worth fighting for. Worth dieing for. She struggled to stand up on her tentacles trying to mask her inexperience with moving on them. As she does so an elaborate wicked looking crown appears on her head. "You bow to me" she says with a commanding voice.<br/><br/>Her eyes glow and everyone presant is awash in the strange compulsion to bow. If enough effort is put into it it might be able to be resisted though...<br/><br/>The woman hides her thoughts since inside she is giggling like a schoolgirl. Amidst all the commotion the cecealian eyeballs another shorter woman as she walks up to the well makes a wish and lays down without so much as a eyeblink to show that the new arrival even noticed her.