The shamans words become quieter and quieter. "We be Lamashtu's sons... watering... seed-sowing... readying...

The shamans words become quieter and quieter. "We be Lamashtu's sons... watering... seed-sowing... readying... for the season… of Bloom... All together... boom... boom... boom..." The shaman emits a long wheeze and freezes, looking straight into your eyes. His dull eyes are lit by an evil flicker. "The season of Bloom has begun. You no stop us."