pigs

[20:32] * Sylvie has returned to the Farrow village the next day, after a long evening of hunting. She's brought only her Argus along with her, having left Aziz and Baldoin at the village.
[20:36] <IterationDrive> The Farrow seem prepared to accept her. She's lead into the village, where, at the center, a large brute of a Farrow eyes her. He's got an axe slung across his back, and totes a particularly nasty looking Pig Iron. One piggish eye gazes out; the other is hidden behind an eyepatch.
[20:36] <IterationDrive> He speaks in piggishly accented Cygnaran. "So, you did return. Good."
[20:38] <Sylvie> "I would not make a promise and then casually break it less than a day later. I will require an enclosed structure for this ritual."
[20:38] <Sylvie> "I will also require that all the women of the clan be gathered up for this."
[20:40] <IterationDrive> He nods. "We've done the latter already--our bone grinders and shamans suggested you would need that. As for the latter, I offer you your choice of the shaman's hut or mine." A note of pride enters his voice. "Mine is superior--larger, more comfortable, and more well built. But it is your choice."
[20:41] <Sylvie> "I will accept your hospitality at your home."
[20:42] <IterationDrive> He nods, gesturing to a nearby... well, it's slightly more than just a yurt, but still. "At your leisure. We will gather the womenfolk around it."
[20:43] * Sylvie nods, and leads her beast into the hut.
[20:44] <IterationDrive> The inside is... surprisingly comfortable, honestly. trinkets abound, mostly weapons and armor... and trophies of strong foes and great hunts.
[20:46] * Sylvie starts arranging her components. Aromatic herbs, blood of herd beasts, a knife...
[20:48] <IterationDrive> She hears commotion outside--snorting, a few fights. Nothing major, likely, just herding the womenfolk.
[20:50] * Sylvie finishes her arrangements, then steps outside, speaking on Molgur-Tharn. <I will need the five senior-most women to join me inside. In addition, I must warn you. Should any men spy on the ritual itself inside the yurt, I cannot guarantee the outcome of the ritual.>
[20:52] <IterationDrive> There's a bit more commotion... as five older Farrow women eventually make their way forward; one looks to be a shaman of some sort, two are obviously warriors (one with a great spear, the other toting a pig iron), and the last two look to be part of the village's bone grinder cadre.
[20:54] * Sylvie nods. <Follow me.>