Back at the cabin, Sonoura clears the table of the morning's wares. She happily hums to the point it's almost like singing. She takes a seat and begins to lay out a series of cards runed with strange markings. As she arranges the cards in a precise order, she mutters to herself...
Sonoura: Yes, my dear...I meant rid. Rid! of that sword, Rid! of that armor...and soon to be RID! (grinding her teeth)...OF THE GREAT NORDOUX!
She throws her arms into the air, with such force it lifts her slightly from the chair, and bellows out a call. A call most thunderous for someone of her stature.
Sonoura: COME BEFORE ME! OH, KALARETH! I INVOKE THEE!!!
