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Iniga looks vaguely in Samen's direction. "Cousin. I have already put other ripples into motion concerning the Tribe of Peace and spreading its message in Hearth. A red tongue never lies still, as the old saying goes." She says all this dispassionately, as if dictating a letter. Only a hint of her fiery, competitive spirit comes through.

Her head turns a fraction of an inch, aimed perhaps at Samen's staff. "Don't betray him, hag."

For the rest of the group, the distracted ifrit ele has nothing to say. She walks to catch up with Wamblee, the poise of certainty in her steps.

"I will go with you, cousin. The Cauldron Lady has a message for the Dead Witch, so a journey to northern forests will serve me quite well."

A beautiful ifrit with cascasding red hair looks distantly over your shoulder at Volcano, the peaklight reflecting in her glassy eyes. "Iniga, cousin to Wamblee and Samen." Despite her faraway look, her tone is warm and welcoming. "I feel myself drawn to the Cauldron Lady's service of late. You might say I sometimes act as her voice."

"Wamblee, would you help us put this child of Volcano to rest? I believe your fingers will do the job."

Speaking in that strange double-tone voice once more, Iniga says, "Domingo v'Apore, you threw away an ifrit warrior's life for gold, and you have wasted a precious and rare being. You are the creator of clumsy, pointless abomination. The Cauldron Lady and the dead have spoken ill of you."

Iniga remarks absently, "The Lady seems very close, here."

As Phon Vos retains utter control of the necromantic ritual, Iniga's face smiles. Her voice--entwined with a subtle dark harmony--says, "Good."

Shaking off Wamblee's hand, Iniga turns around. In a bright, flaming voice, the Red-Tongue skald intones, "Creature! Where will the Lady have her vengeance upon your maker?"

will save for creature vs Phon Vos' DC 17 I think: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Under such an assault, even the hard rock core is reduced to ash. Rather than blow away in the springtime wind gusts, however, the ash follows a slow, deliberate path. A path to vengeance.

I thought location was a good idea, and I felt like we were at an impasse.

"I wonder what such a being dreams about," Iniga says, pensively staring at the creature.

This is the DM botting Iniga for now

After Phon Vos mentions her communcations to the gods, Iniga remarks, "Make sure Volcano is first in your prayers. It is one of His children abducted and flayed." Her eyes are still far away.