There was something of a stunned silence from those around Meesei. Although lycans were not particularly ceremonious in their practices, the Ring of Hircine was decidedly the champion's possession. It seemed preposterous to hand it off. However, the situation was so desperate that no one dared object. It was the best options so far.

Gallus fidgeted. "If we are going to do anything, we need to do it now. That gas will settle soon."

"Kaleeth," Janius put a hand on Kaleeth's shoulder. He had a determined look, contrary to the regular worry he displayed when Kaleeth was to head into danger, such as being at the front of an assault. "If you can do this, you'll save us all."