He turned back to the rest of the room's occupants stroking his chin thoughtfully, "Very well, then we will take our leave now."
"Oh and Mora…" he said casually assessing the assembled khaija and the priestesses. "I am not Ogda. Ogda is not the only Old thing in these parts…but of course you already knew that, didn't you?" He asked chuckling lightly.
And right there as they watched La-Ayla phased, melting smoothly into the stone flow of the chamber, leaving its occupants downright petrified.
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