You settle in, and the priest moves to stand beside you. He bows his head and clasps his hands, and within a moment the sound of his chanting fills the air. You settle in, faking a trance state and gripping the gold and silver candles.<br/><br/>For a while, everything seems normal. His prayer causes the flames to grow a bit brighter in the candles, and you feel the magic building in the air as he follows the ritual. For a moment, you actually start to think that maybe things really will look up. Up until the wax from the candles reaches your hands.<br/><br/>Almost immediately, you feel a strange, searing heat run through your body, hotter than any candle wax, almost hotter than the flames themselves. You attempt to jerk away... and nothing. Your body seems to have been frozen in place.<br/><br/>"Finally..." Logue stands and stretches, looking down at you. "I thought that those things were never going to work..."<br/><br/>Mattine stops his chanting, then, though the magic remains palpable in the air. "Yes, well, they're more reliable than attempting to attack her while she has her guard up..."<br/><br/>As they speak, the three men seem to melt away, their skin and eyes reddening and their hair falling away in great clumps. Within a moment, you find yourself facing three tall imps, each one about three feet tall.<br/><br/>The imp that had been Mattine speaks up again. "So, now then... about that curse..."