Naiobe follows the man slowly through the wending, twisting tunnels, listening to him the entire way. She gives every indication of listening, though she tunes out a word or two on the way. Some people have an overinflated sense of their own grandeur. Her silent steps and wordless travel mean that she is like a small ghost, traveling down destiny-soaked halls with nary a sound.<br/><br/>Her arms hang gracefully by her sides as she ascends the steps, walking slowly while she considers. Whatever this thing is, it's powerful; she feels power emanating from the very air. Even a full-blooded human would feel it, and Naiobe is a bit more sensitive to such power. She pauses at the second-to-last step and looks down at the etched circle that encircles the altar and encases the raised platform. Pausing and half-turning, she says toward her guide, "What if I don't want to?"