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Release. The arrow twirls low, leaning into the sudden, insistent breeze. It shoots past the bleeding figure, hissing through the air until it deflects against the edge of your offering bowl.
Ringing resonates through the fog. The hunter lowers his yew-bow with shaking hands.
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"Thief. Swear it."
The grey-eyed brigand and his daughter kneel before your shrine, their wounds staunched with ties of rough white fabric. The old hunter stands behind them, fingers still taunt against his bowstring.
"We swear," whispers the daughter. "To do no more harm." The brigand offers a weak nod in support, his skin ashen against the grey stone.
"Upon who?"
"Upon the one who stayed your hand," she replies.
The old hunter grants wordless acknowledgement. He waits until the family finishes their harvest prayers before he escorts the two thieves back to their makeshift, moss-green tent.
There, the faithful daughter consoles her despondent father over a meal of stale, unwanted bread. She offers a stuttering half-prayer to the only god who has ever offered them mercy - and perhaps ever will.
[For the mid-harvest hunt/harvest:]
>[DEW] - Lend minor assistance. [-1 FAITH]
>[BREEZE/DEW] - Lend some assistance. [-2 FAITH]
>[BREEZE/FOG] - Lend considerable assistance. [-3 FAITH]
>[DAWNWARD] - Look dawnward. [This option is not mutually exclusive]
