[ Beleth is seated on a rock that was flat enough that it was probably some rubble from some kind of ruin. Probably elven, because what other kinds of ruins were there, honestly. Her lute is in her lap and she's busy humming and tuning it. She's a bit nervous about all of this, but eager enough to attempt to lend a hand. Considering that it's just singing, surely there's no way that they can all die and be forever known as a bunch of idiots that died a humiliating death in a silly ritual to aid a widely hated apostate.
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Right???? ]