Lycoris had wanted to ask more abut this 'Master' of the old man's, but with the ritual about to begin she was feeling... apprehensive. She'd not known that the cultists had this ritual at the time of her betrayal, the fact that they did peaked her interest greatly. Now she knew the focus that the ritual would be bound to it would be mush easier for her to know exactly what to take from these scruffy bandits.<br/><br/>"I shall be along in but a moment," she stated, "I hope you do not find it rude, but I would like a little time to count my reward for handing you the princess."<br/>Should the elderly gentleman and the attendants leave her in peace for a few moments, Lycoris begins to softly utter the cant and make the signs with her hands, her motions fluid like the elven dances that took place at court sometimes,  to summon a spectre to herself, one unseen by any and called to this world to do her bidding. A trick she had learned only because of her service to the Royals.<br/><br/>"Stay by me and wait for instruction," she spoke softly to it. She intended to stay as for away from the coward's wedding band that she would not draw attention to herself when her plan was enacted, but just close enough that her servant would be able to grasp it... Lyoris reckoned that forty should be enough.<br/><br/>With that, she left for the ritual to see her former ward and mistress, attemptng to find a spot that met her requirements, where she might be able to mumble an order to her servant, simple commands such as 'grab the ring and hide' when the time came. She wondered if the girl would be blindfolded, or able to see her as she was e'er bound to the ring... well, more so than when she had married that oaf Mikhail.