Cyr looks in amusement at tireless warforged, but maintains the ritual for a moment more.
"Everyone, if you want to ask a question about future, give me options you think are available and I'll ask of my lord guidance. It indicates that we should confront gnome leader and that we should leave dead crocodiles in the marsh.
One, this way or that will advance your quest of finding Marna, then we can go and see the ruins. Taking crocodile trophies would have bad implication in relationship with the natives in a manner I'm not familiar with."
Pausing to see if there are any takers for questions...
OOC: if anybody asks and offers options, Cyr asks the question
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"My lady Mireva, my lord, King of Skies above, I know this is irregular question, but would my search of ancient evil stirring, as indicated in your vision, be furthered by allying myself with these adventurers even if it takes me bit off direct path to the ruins?"
Cyr awaits reverently, not feeling dissapointed if the hand just winks out of existance. He knows their wisdom is much greater and feelings of importance are one of the greater failings of mortal races.
He's still adjusting to his new role as voice of the gods instead of guardian of angels and doesn't quite know what to do with such power as asking gods questions directly.
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