"I... ahh..." Zyrah moaned at the touch of Erel's hands against her skin, and the elf was warm, almost burning with the fire inside.<br/><br/>"You consecrated her as an altar to Nocticula, Erel. She<em>is</em>the altar here." The drow spoke softly, stepping into the room carefully. "It's up to you, now. She willingly extinguished the embers of her old faith... and now you must convince her to not just spark the embers of the new one, but to<em>embrace</em>the fires."