His guess seemed to be on the money, as the spirit wailed in anguish, his self-loathing seemingly overwhelming his undead hatred of life.<br/><br/>"If we had a proper priest of Pharasma, this would not be a difficult task," Sak'bas said, quietly. "But, I will do what I can for him."<br/><br/>It would take her about ten minutes of quiet talking with the spirit, before, eventually, she convinced him to move on to the afterlife, the wailing spirit discorporating into dust and nothingness.<br/><br/>Across the hall, this door opens onto a short dais looking out over a large chamber. Thick pillars ascend to a twenty-foot-high ceiling, while a wide stone staircase climbs to a darkened gallery above. The true purpose of the chamber is apparent from the great stone table running across its center. Dozens of seats have been set about this massive affair and propped upon them is a feast of horror. Each chair holds the corpse of a human locked in its death throes, its mouth agape in anguish, the top of its cranium brutally removed, and the brains within excised.<br/><br/>The room is also occupied by a group of cyclops zombies - but they are swiftly dealt with by the powerful group.