At this point, the two other imps stand up, leaving their friend and his half-burned candle by the bench. Grinning wickedly, each one takes a hold of your wrists, and forcibly pull you down to your knees.<br/><br/>"Hey, 'Mattine,' " the imp who had been Jordath says, "Lets see if maybe you can make that thing at least a little bit more useful... get her to open her mouth for us..."<br/><br/>The "Priest" glares, but you feel the invisible strings tensing once again as the two imps position themselves in front of and behind you...