"Your Proposal, Is, Acceptable..."

Though the lower level member of the pair, Elsie Moran is the one who gives their answer. "Your proposal, is, Acceptable..." And you recognize the 'But' coming immediately. "But, we would have to have your sworn word that you would allow us to pick ANY member of this congregation to be the recipient of one of your implantations, and would not leave until we have had a full four implantations from you." She says with a tone which indicates 'take it or leave it'.

You recognize the trap at once. She is a priestess, and though she is low level she is just high enough to consecrate an oath, which makes anyone who breaks it suffer horrible luck for as many days as they have levels, which would be all it would take for you to die and possibly 'De-Rez', yet on the other hand, was this not exactly what you had agreed to?

"Very well, I swear that so long as you uphold our terms and do not intend to in any way betray me I will do as you have asked." And you extend your right front leg to shake on the deal.

"Swear it before Nimrev." Elsie Moran states, waiting for you to swear before HER god, for reasons you cannot fathom.

"I So Swear Before Nimrev." You recite, and only then does she reach for your leg.

"Done." She says taking your leg and shaking once, a double ring of signs in Elder Atlantian springing into being around where your limbs met spelling out the terms of the bargain.

"Now, I need you to tell us everything you know about the defenses around the males you want to rescue, and then give us a few days to prepare and assemble the strike team." She says satisfied.

"Well, first off, there are three ways into the forest..." You begin, explaining every detail you can remember from your short life wandering the woods and crawling through the webbing of the spider zones.