The old priestess cackles and shuffles about the camp once again. She stops and speaks with the Yath'sargtlin and Yath'tallars Ala and Lilith. Upon recieving a full report about recent and past events her anger slowly builds and her lips curl back into a snarl. A lone Jaluk catches her eye and suffers her wrath, his bleeding body left behind as she moves on.
Eclav kneels before the altar of Lolth, offers her own blood in sacrifice and chants prayers for many hours.