Inside the little shrine, Nikhil finds a tiny altar covered with a fresh white cloth, and seating around the chamber. Opposite the door, a friendly Thysian smiles at him. "Welcome! I am Sora Rafia. And you are?" "Um, Ni - Niran," Nikhil says, stumbling. "From, uh, Orun." "And what have you brought as a sacrifice? Nikhil panics, then remembers. "Uh - can I offer my blood?" "The old fashioned approach? No reason why not. Here," and she hands him what looks like a wickedly sharp knife. "And what is your petition, Niran?" "I, um..." He swallows, uncertain. Then it comes to him. "I want to go home."