The chanters are basically humans made zombies. Potion's have rendered their brains to mush. They are hypnotized by the few that are more than human - witches that are feeding the fire. There had been guards waiting, watching and when they see Owainn slip in, they make no move to attack. They play a game of telephone instead, alerting the lines until the few that are coherent know that he is stalking his way through.
"Kali Ma Shakti de." they chant over and over. The flames burst bright when blood dust is blown into the flickering candles. "Kali Ma Shakti de"
There is a cage and two of the brawniest men that have ever existed in london hoist the wrapped figure and put her in between the iron grates. Her eyes whip around searching, looking. Senne knows he is here. She has a sixth sense for him. It's never waned, even after these few years.
She wants to see him.
A man in a robe stands at the front. He is bald. There is paint on his face, accentuating all of his fearsome features. He holds out a hand and the crowd quiets! Then he stars to unwrap the head of the woman. He nods at her when her face is displayed. "We offer up this sacrifice!"