Once must be a devotee to Shathur and our Lord for one hundred years. One must rid herself of the need of light. One must take pleasure in the dark, and be able always to amuse the Lord when he is present. If these are met and the Lord takes a fancy to you he may select you. If he does so you will then have to prove yourself by sustaining through the nine rigors. If one does, and only then upon agreeing to forever exist for the needs of Shathur and it's lord will you become the Mistress and permanetly relegated to her chambers. Then endless days and nights of fetid perfumes of the sharpest persuasion, smokes which are wonderfully noxious, and a darkness that will have your eyes go dead in a year. There is but one binding rule that if broken means instant death, never is one to utter the words "Ilmare" or "Ithild".

It is the most wonderful position in all this new Kingdom of Shathur.