The strange woman studies Quinta for a moment... perhaps she likes what she sees, for after a moment's pause she responds.  "My wants are many, child," she says, her chorus of voices surrounding the fighter like a mob of children encircling them and pressing closer.  "This place has been sacred to those who remember it.  Some seek it from afar, others by accident."   She smiles, lovely and terrible.  "You can feel its power now, no?  It is wild.  It is the hard of these burning lands.  It is passion of the makers you feel... the last drops of their hearts' blood."<br/><br/>Pacing her steps slowly, the woman draws closer to the edge of the bridge.  She points with one taloned hand to where Hallen continues to drift in the sky, her screaming now quieted.  "Her man, her child... they gave me sacrifice.  But more is required."   She studies them in turn-- the warrior, the mage, the ranger-- she seems pleased by what she sees.  "This woman could have, but... she made a mistake.  A grave one."<br/><br/>Her face darkens then, the black eyes glittering in the dappled sunlight as she regards them.  "If you will serve me in this, your rewards will be great.  There are outsiders-- like you," she points one claw at Quinta, then at Fiera, "but corrupt.  They seek this place.  They will slay me, if they can, and use this place to become all-powerful.  You would be fools to let them do so, for they will<em>break </em>your world over their knee if they do."   The chorus of voices varies in pitch, as if the interpreters that speak her words do so with a variety of emotions, ranging from righteous anger to child-like terror, but the 'woman' herself shows only the stern sincerity of one delivering dire news.<br/><br/>She turns then to Quinta.  "I want you to stop them, and I want you to perform rites here... to strengthen my bond with this place, to help me continue to hide it from mortal eyes.  Surely, you can see that power spoils."  She stretches her fingers toward Hallen's prison of empty sky.  "Your reward will be great."