"You are about to sacrifice something precious." Shabriri called out to the Tarnished as they walked past him. He kept his hands held over his face, keeping it from view. "The life of a fair maiden, that you would toss into the fiery forge. Only so that you may be Lord. What a horrible thing to ponder..." He trailed off in a soft voice, listening as the footsteps grew closer; just barely heard over the freezing winds of the mountaintops. "Your ascendency requires her sacrifice, whether she wishes it or not. But how would the Lord, crowned so, be looked upon? Chosen Tarnished and would-be Lord, dare to tread the path of true rigor. Spare the poor girl, and singe your own flesh in her stead."