The nun chanted for five minutes, repeating the same refrain.
Changing the tune of the chant she said "My master I feel you in my soul. Praise the king of kings! Master before me bows a woman in need of your blessing, for life is hard and she struggles."
The woman's eyes glazed over as if possessed, though the bowing people could not tell.
"I bid you kindly, oh worshiper of the Gods" she said her voice entranced "Be careful where you step for many more paths lead to misery than joy. Never be disloyal to your allies, for they make the worst enemies. Measure all against your intentions, but know the ends don't always justify the means"
With a practiced motion the nun turned and left, the thick scent of incense lingering in the room as the small group began to rise to their feet.