"Aye, but a blood pact made is a blood pact kept. As is our ways." Rawly downs his drink and keeps his hand out for Nemaia to accept. 

(OOC - I'll assume food and fresh water was delivered to Hellmuth's room during this) 

Hellmuth accepts the food and water and closes the door.  He'll place the food on a side table and take the water and pour it in to the basin where he begins his prayers and rituals to purify and sanctify the water and a cloth.  He then strips down his and kneels before the basin, taking the cloth, dipping it in water, and then wiping himself down as he softly speaks the words of his lord Kelemvor.  Once he has cleaned himself, he then takes and wipes each piece of armor with the holy water and gently sets it aside.  Finally he grabs his halberd and begins his final prayers while cleansing his weapon in preparation for the undead he is about to confront, he asks for Kelemvors guidance and for his blessing on this journey.  He acknowledges the heretic was placed in his way to test his faith and he should not let her get to him again.  He will not waver in his convictions.  The last of the holy water left in the basin he will then drink with one last prayer to Kelemvor.  Hellmuth stands, flexes his wings, grabs the one candle and the food and moves over to the side table where he'll bless the food before eating it.  Lastly, he'll extinguish the candle, and with one last prayer to his god he will crawl in to bed, ready for whatever challenges bring him tomorrow.

"I will not cut myself to prove dis to you, but my word is my 'onor. I will not allow 'ellmuth or anyone else to stop me from returning my lords power to 'im"

"I am 'is chosen. When my brothas and I were reborn in 'is spirit I was the only one to return, he 'ad just enough power to send me back. Since den I 'ave 'ad the sight, intense visions of terrible t'ings to come. Dey were what led me 'ere, to find the source power blocking my lord from returning others to the land of de living"

Lyorna nodded back, "Drink drink, tomorrow we head into dey jungle!"

"What about you? What's your deal? Can we trust you will not abandon us before this is done?" Rawly asked Nemaia. 

(OOC - 'need' hehe)

(OOC - OH poor Rawly, Nemaia has a little taste for holy hell ;) )

"And what are your needs, my lady?" Rawly asks for the first time without implying anything. He really wanted to know what and who she was, so he pressed his line of questioning. "You say trust is important for us, and I agree. So what are you here for? I feel like there is something you aren't telling us. Who are you and why are you here? I mean, speak."

Rawly looks over to Lyorna to see if she has interest in his line of questioning. 

"What? Certainly not! But that doesn't answer my questions. Not at all." Rawly says with a disgusted voice, how could she keep pressing him like he was some horrific monster. He was Ordo Ursa, damn it! That means something, even here in Chult. "What are your needs, Nemaia? Who are you? I trust all of you because Master Ren trusts you, but you are not making it easy!"

(OOC - knock all you want - if you're interrupting his cleansing ritual or trying to wake him up after he's gone to sleep he's not going to respond)