"I am sure Asmodeus will welcome a new cleric to his flock. I expect I will feel a renewed presence of the divine with a few days," the cleric declares confidently. "My name is Jalal. I assume after I take the oath, I am to become you acolyte?” The woman looks down at her form,<em>“Yeah, sure, I said I'd take the oath. Don't imagine I'll get any magic from it though. Um until the initiation, can I get some clothes?”</em>she again wonders why she came to naked. Her throat is also parched and her head aches, but for now she holds her tongue on those concerns.<em>"I'm Fatin,"</em><br/><br/>The two men who refuse to take the oath sit by the wall, contemplating their fate, whilst the elf awaits Mahsati's answer.