A clacking is heard through the dimly lit, stone corridors. The torches sit in their sconces as the menagerie of cloaked people assemble around the large room. The source of the clacking, is a hooded, voluptuous female.
Her hood has holes for her large jackal ears. Her thin robes have a hole for her jackal tail. She is in chains as she is roughly escorted to the center of the chamber. In the center is a thick unfinished clay jar. It's jackal headed lid sits in front of it, the eyes glowing.
The room fills with black light. Once the light diminishes the, now sealed jar sits in the now empty room save for the clothes and dust of the men. Not hide, hair, or clothes were seen of the girl.
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