The altar was complete. Every step the ancient Arabic plaque described followed. The carved pentacle on the floor igniting a bright blue as a shadowy form rises from it. Melting and absorbing the tributed ottoman gold into the shadowy mass. Two cyan blue eyes staring out before fully shaping into a horned partially cloaked female as the Djinn fully freed herself through the portal the shadow coating her sinking back into the floor. The ammo belts across her waist and shoulders rattling. The smell of fresh gunpowder seemingly filling the room. "Hmm, most fools never give me actual worthy tribute to gain my attention, but you...." Her eyes cut to the figure in front of her. Her eastern accent bleeding thoroughly through her soft tone "I'll hear you out since you gave me a decent gift."