[ No seriously. Assqueef, oh my god. Rhys actually snorts and looks at Keyleth in delighted surprise and decides right then and there: this is the woman he would marry if he were cooler, and she actually interested. She is perfection incarnate. ]

H-haha! Haa, ahem.

"Oh, yes. We have amassed quite the gather to be rid of you and your band of adventurers. Master Assquez had m-made it clear no one is to disturb the ritual."