[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

"Just make sure nobody breaks through the windows," Tyaethe said, not really focusing on the risk of someone launching another attempt. If they tried to come down the corridor, it was empty enough that she was rather confident even their [i]previous[/i] assassin's stealth wouldn't be able to deceive her senses... and if anyone planned to attack [i]through[/i] the castle walls, there was little any of them could really do to stop it. They'd just have to hope that whatever protections had been engraved in the stone itself were strong enough to dissuade such brazen attempts.

Given the improvised nature of the implements, and the rather pressing fact that the subject in question was choking, the paladin did a surprisingly efficient job of setting up a circle that seemed halfway organised: the candles regularly placed around the nem, interspersed with the lilies, and Fionn's badge set in the centre with a nod. The water only got a brief prayer--although the red gleam of mana was visible, no doubt using her own magic to assist--before being rather less ceremoniously poured atop the subject.

The prayer that followed was an... odd choice. Something that was even familiar: the supposed transcription of Saint Lilianna's prayer for assistance before standing to fight Orodrunn. Only, the phrasing and grammar were off, the words a considerably older, less elven-influenced form of Talderian. Still recognisable, yet with a few passing similarities to the languages of Barukstaed or Velt.

Rounding it off was taking the oil to daub a fleur-de-lys on the poor nem's throat as the rushed ceremony drew to its conclusion.

With the somewhat unexpected addition of the symbol bursting into violent flame with a click of Tyaethe's fingers.