Iviana steps onto the pentagram, thoughts of Lydia foremost in her mind. Quiet... initially, the sound of wind quickly raises as the air buffets them, the room growing dim before coming opaque. In the wind... voices? Other sounds... too brief to recognize grow and fade until with a final burst of light they are deposited somewhere... but where? As their vision begins to clear they see they are in a room.
OOC: the purple are is where the party arrives. Everyone is present.
The black stone of this small area is draped with several white hangings, one edged in purple, one fringed with gold, and one cornered in silver. A small altar here is made of wood, painted white; nearby is a reliquary, containing ashes of some sort. A silver votive lamp hangs over the altar. Upon the altar is a snowy cloth with red runes, stating:
VENERATE THIS SHRINE OF GOOD, THEN HASTE AWAY, ALL YE OF TRUE AND GOOD FAITH!
Affixed to the west (diagonal) wall is a silver cross, 2 feet across and 3 feet long. In the center of the northern wall is a small niche, in which stands a silver idol of Pholtus.