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As you get closer the words of the chant becomes audible, although you are unsure of the language. Stepping carefully along the loose stones, so as to not to alert those ahead, you sneak along the corridor. As you reach the entrance to a large well chamber you are
amazed to see a small sanctum in all its grandeur. Embers glow with a low light at either side of a polished altar space that has been covered with fine red silk embroidered with gold braiding. Kneeling before the altar, a lone figure in a cowl chants, raising its hands in
the air as it swings back and forth in the throes of a ritual trance. Seizing the opportunity you draw your weapon and approach but before you can close, you are spotted, go to 11.