The crowd is startled.<br/><br/>"What has happened?  What's going on?"<br/><br/>The cultists chase after Delia, entering the area howling and brandishing their daggers.  At this sight the crowd around her begins to disperse, running for the woods or their homes.<br/><br/><strong>Diplomacy to convince some peasants to help Delia out.</strong><br/><br/>The path to the flying machine is fairly clear, but the pilot, taking in what's going on, seems to be attempting to touch back off again.  Delia will need to act fast if she hopes to escape aboard the flying machine with her.<br/><br/>There is a howling somewhere in the woods, and Delia feels a tang deep within her loins--a recognition of something intense within her.  As unpleasant as the chase was, it kept he mildly aroused, the knowledge that something primal was out there.  She knew it was chasing her.<em>Lusting </em>for her.  It wouldn't stop until it had her on all fours, clothes in tatters, humping her face into the dirt...<br/><br/>She could almost paint the picture, so vivid was the impression.