Aryn bit her lip and thought hard. Assured victory or gratification. From her perch atop the pillar Aryn could see how much fun the other two combatants were having. Aryn didn't relish the thought of being on the receiving end of the goblin's tender mercies, but then again he was on the ground. And this would be no fun at all if he were already unconscious. Aryn wet her lips with her tongue as she drew the bag and candle from her belt.<br/>"If you can overcome your fear and revulsion this will be one of the best experiences of your life. I know it was for me......in time."<br/>With a smile, Aryn began to chant.