Miro looks over the party at rest. He ensures all their sleep and then pulls the blue candle from his bag again. With a pass of his hand it ignites and he sets it on the floor. Closing his eyes he begins to breathe rythmically and slow. A calm fills his him through every muscle. Even his heart begins to slow as he breathes in and out. Crossing his legs and then laying his hands palm up in his lap. Finally when the calm takes him his body seems almost dead in its lack of movement he speaks. "Desna I call to you again. Now I know your warning to be true. For that I thank you though my ignorance was too great to act sooner. Now I come to you again. Nethys may keep my soul but my actions remain my own. For that I come to you with truths. I know I am but a lowly aphid resting upon ants in your eyes... but I too have a dream I would like to share. A dream that would see both my saviors come together as one. Through my actions I seek to take your notice as I pull the servants of Lamashtu from her grasp. But by the gods above it seems I am just unable to succeed. I know it to be the height of avirice but I hope to see you and my lord Nethys to find common ground through me, the vessel of you both. But now I come to you as lowly and powerless as I am... guide me Desna in my holy quest... help me.... please.... to save those lonely lost souls... help me to overcome my companions for their sake." Miro pulls back his hood and returns to his stone like breathing as he prays quietly for her to hear his words. With hope... and luck perhaps he would finaly catch a glimps of her wisdom either in his meditations or maybe even his dreams.