The Master watched.  And did nothing.

	"Rhiannon.  I know of your ambitions." he hissed softly. A frail,
withered hand reached out, grasping a piece of dried fruit.  Brittle
teeth crunched the fruit even as the image in the scrying pool before the
figure showed Rhiannon climbing wearily to his feet.

	The figure waved its hand in a brief, almost dismissive gesture.
A word of magic... of power echoed throughout the chamber.  There.  Both
Rhiannon and the creature had been deprived of any magic until one or the
other was slain.

	The Master spoke once again, voice dripping with venomous
disdain. "Remember who is your master, Rhiannon... and what task I have
set for you."

	With that, the Master leaned back to watch the ensuing battle.