Benjo dropped his wrench as he walked on to the platform. He took some incense from a mounted bowl and threw equal shares into both chalices and the brazier.
Stretching his arms out in a begging gesture benjo cried to the cavern's wall, "Loun, we humble mortals seek help to find the crazed and lost warlord Yassier. Please favor our cause."
in a great flash a tall pillar began to form as dust from the sides of the pool floated to the center of the pool. A glowing form of dust appeared at the top of the pillar and tilted its head down toward Benjo.
"Ben," the glowing figure began," why do you ask for what you already know?"
"Goddess,"Benjo,"replied I truly do not know where he is. Please, help our cause."
"Yassier has begun his decent in to madness." Loun explained."He has sworn the oath of cannibalism but has retained most of his gentle man character. the demon he spoke to was a old acquittance of his grand farther who had saved the fiend's life from poisoning.He had returned to return the favor but was seen.the fiend was now monster offering demonic powers, only a thankful soul."
"Goddess that is quite a story but how is it to help us?"Benjo asked pleading.
"this pilgrim's journey will start at its end and one of you friend's group will be lost to Beastile nature as the mad one's defeat. that," Loun ended."is my prophecy."