“As you are my witness I beseech you to send forth your great mailed fist and show me the path whereby I may stand in the breach and hold forth to the great oaths given and never forsaken.”

“Great Helm. Answer me these questions.”

“Are any of those present in this room members of, currently working for, or under any magical or mundane compulsion of the Cabal?”- NO

“Do any of the members of the Cabal know where we are now?” - NO

“Will any in this room be attacked by members of the Cabal or those working for them this day?” - NO

“Will any in this room be attacked by members of the Cabal or those working for them in the next two days?”- YES

“Is the real Olath Velve in this room right now?” - UNCERTAIN

“Are there members of the Cabal or those working for them presently in Waterdeep?” - YES

“Are there members of the Cabal or those working for them presently involved in the attack on the keep near Tilverton?” - YES

“Does Jewelia or Ollie intend to betray each other or any of the others in this room with the exchange of these gifts of magic?” - UNCERTAIN

The armored priest lowers his head and a soft white glow seems to form around the holy symbol he clutches in his clenched gauntlets. His voice takes on a different tone and rhythm as if the voice that is coming from his throat is not entirely his own.

“No. No. No. Yes. Uncertain. Yes. Yes. Uncertain.”

The priest sits as the glow disappears from the holy symbol clenched in his gauntleted hands. But even as he does so he continues to offer up silent prayers.

The quiet settles like a heavy blanket over the room.