You come to an inner chamber. Mystics in simple robes stand here in a circle, lost in their spell of power. Their throats are marked by a sigil, and their eyes glow like the eyes of the wanderers they have bound.
You are considering how to move against them, when you hear a whimpering sound at the opposite end of the chamber. Behind the mystics, you see an aged woman, her thin white hair drawn across her scalp like cobwebs. She is dressed in the faded attire of the Cabrian people. The mystics turn and glare at her, their spell momentarily broken.
"It is an unnatural thing," she cries, "that your goddess should be made to linger in this form. Release me from this place at once. Release me from this mortal body!"
Suddenly you recognize the prisoner's face—after all, you have seen it on the icons in the Cabrian temples. This unfortunate creature is the goddess Cabryx herself!