"W-what, what is happening?" Roseen stammered as she watched Dame Sybyll transforming from a beautiful young woman into a vision of dark, otherworldly splendor. When she spoke, her words sounded like a pronouncement from beyond the grave, and though it wasn't directed at her, Roseen still felt somewhere deep inside that she should fall to her knees and confess her innermost secrets… before it was too late.
"The Church has their sorcery," Sybyll said softly in a voice that was surprisingly normal. "We have our own as well. I may not be as skilled wit' it as Zedya or Ignatious, but an Executioner should give a man a chance ta' speak his last words. All I've done is ta' ensure his last words are true. A man who lies in tha' face of death can do great harm, but maybe even he has somethin' pure ta say b'fore he dies…"
