An uphill climb that was as tiring as it was precarious took them to the house where a new victim had been possessed. Even before they got near the building, Syryn could hear the weeping of several women. The grief-stricken wails reminded him of a memory that made him uncomfortable. To feel more at ease, he cast an illusion on himself and it didnt go unnoticed by Dinah.
"Make way! The priestess is here!" The man leading them shouted at the crowd that milled around the house.
Several men with hard expressions on their faces turned to look at Dinah and Syryn. They parted for the three of them as the man led them towards the door of the house from where he could hear crying.
"The priestess is here," he shouted to the people inside the house before turning back to the two who were respectfully waiting outside.
