Resuming his chanted prayers, Mirage's focus left Cliffjumper at last. The first, most important part of the minibot's participation was done - now he just had to watch.

Turning his golden gaze on Tracks, Mirage continued his recitation, formally offering Tracks the Duty-Honor of assisting the current High Priest. The other noble accepted in all the right places, of course; bowing his helm with the same level of grace.

Thrumming hum dying down, Mirage slid to his feet and climbed up onto the cushioned berth. Tracks followed, pre-cleansed and purified etching tools in hand.

Time to get down to business.