"I will see if the others will allow it. I think they will agree that there is little mischief you can do without spells or a weapon..." Rachel looks unsure of herself as she heads off.
*Some hours later, she returns.*
"They have agreed to this on the condition that you journey to visit the old priestess as a petitioner would. That means you will be dipped in holy water and then travel there wearing the petitioner's vestment and bringing nothing else with you. An acolyte will watch and make sure you enter the jungle instead of potentially heading to the water's edge to signal oceanbound allies. Do you find these terms acceptable? If so, please follow me."
*Assuming that Jallembo accepts the terms, Rachel leads him to a pool fed by a sacred spring, where several priestesses with grave expressions go about removing his clothing, dipping him in the sacred water, and performing the benedictions upon a petitioner. Then he is dressed in the petitioner's vestment, which is not much more than a simple shift of periwinkle colour with minor wave designs embroidered on the sleeves. An acolyte accompanies him all the way to the edge of the jungle to the start of a small trail, and then bids him:*
"Follow this path into the jungle. Nothing here will harm you. You will reach the demesnes of Lysianassa in time. Are you prepared?"
*As Jallembo proceeds along the path, the jungle grows thicker and tighter around the trail, and there are the sounds of many wild animals about. At one point, Jallembo finds himself staring face-to-face with a small jaguar, but it simply looks at him curiously and does not make any aggressive signs. Eventually, it loses interest and bounds back into the jungle. After hours of walking, he eventually sees a small glade up ahead and hears the sounds of water.*
*Entering the glade, he sees beautiful ancient trees surrounding it on all sides, and in the centre is a crystal-clear pool of natural water. As he looks around, there is the soft sound of a feminine voice speaking a simple "Welcome" in a calm melodic tone. He spins around toward the sound to see a figure shrouded entirely in a simple cloak that covers her from top to bottom and even obscures her face.*
"I have heard of your coming, traveler," she adds simply, "I am Lysianassa."