The Vulture King raises his eyebrows, "You owe me your life? I have one simple request. I would ask that you take some time to say a brief prayer to me every now and again. It has been countless ages since I last felt worship. I must ask, as my companions and I are...new to this place, where are we?"
She picks up her great katana and draws it, holding her blade out with two hands length wise across her palms in a ritual gesture of offering, she makes a promise on the service of her blade.
"I shall offer you a prayer every morn and every night." She swears. "This I promise on my Nodachi."
Despite the inherent theatrics of her gesture it doesn't seem a dramatic move, rather a sincere offering of thanks.
"Here specifically? Not sure, I've been out of it for awhile, this world is Maia, however and last I was aware we were fleeing the outskirts of the Kingdom of Al'Lamar."