<br/>A murmur of interest - and the licking of many lips - rippled through the assembled at Kass's entrance and attire. The latter seemed somehow<em>dangerous</em>, in a good way. Rana appraised her particularly closely - she was about to be interacting in detail with that outfit and the body within (if it could be called 'within' given the degree of exposure).<br/><br/>Rana nodded to the question, and stood. In a voice clearly used to addressing those assembled, she recounted the unwelcome surprise which had led to her contacting an entity of Brightwater and the arrival of the two adventurers who had dealt with the matter - and dealt away with her impostor, several local monsters in the desert to the east (which most had apparently not known of thought old local legends, and were now glad had been reduced to just that), many Sharrans, and the source of the incomprehensible spell which, by now, all knew had ravaged the landscape to the east. Though apparently no nomads had emerged from the area to speak of it - perhaps because none had survived - apparently a few foolhardy youths of the town had spent yesterday venturing out and back again on camelback - and quite naturally, the flattened nomad camp and oasis, and the sonic shattering of stones and blasting of sand dunes, wad now the talk of the small sleepy town.<br/><br/>Rana spoke of the servingrace - the listeners were largely familiar with the concept, to judge from the nods - and when she mentioned the two adventurers had apparently resided in Brightwater or larger Prime cities of late, the majority of the acolytes seemed more eager than less.<br/><br/>"And we come to now," Rana turned about, spreading her arms, "Whence by this little fest you might better witness the visage and nature of whom I can only describe as heroes - in vivid detail."<br/><br/>The priestess abruptly untied her skirt and let it drop to the ground. All craned to see - she faced Kass, as prominently did a smooth-fleshed, generally proportioned package of male genitalia she now bore - in each detail, save their organic nature and natural tone, thy rather resembled the fine carving upon Adon.<br/><br/>Acenith gasped and giggled, bowed her head to to lightly kiss the phallus, then bowed further and scooted aside so that she was no longer between it and Kass. Rana smiled, "And what better way to celebrate the return of dear handsome Adon there than to emulate his acts in life, and those done now upon his likeness."