Rolled 8, 4, 6, 17, 12 = 47 (5d20)
>>5696956“Eka—That isss, my wife is right,” you say, to the immediate dismay of the North-Merchant in particular—but, you note, to Ekaterine’s blushing approval.
“But—”
You hold up a hand, halting any objection from Cynthia, and begin handing back her proffered packages one by one.
“I mean no disssresspect by refussing,” you say, and meet Cliff’s eyes. “But what happened wass quite posssibly our fault… At leasst in part. What if the monsster came becausse it followed uss, or ssimply noted an abundanccce of prey here with our presssencce?”
“It’s a strange predator if it favours attacking a big group over a lone animal,” Cliff notes, skeptically.
“It isss a sstrange predator, though, isssn’t it?”
Th woodsman grunts and shrugs, unable to refute that point. What does he know of man-eating horrors from the depth of the mountains?
“Regardlesss,” you continue pridefully, “my patron godss would not allow me to take full credit. I banished the beassst in the name of the moon… And by the light of my Divine Lord, Sssovereign of the Sssun.”
“The Sun-God?” the frontiersman asks, surprised. “Like the elves worship? Heard they say that they come from the sun and moon or some such.”
You shake your head, and correct him: “No, my patron isss… Older. Different. Not elven. Hiss waysss are like yoursss, in ssome wayss: those of sself-relianccce, sself-improvement.”
“And helping others?” asks Eka, curious, before bringing a gloved hand cutely to her mouth to shush herself.
“You don’t worship the same god?”” Cynthia asks.
“My wife isss of Northern sstock, ass you can ssee,” you smoothly interject, and then pause to consider how best to present the Sun-Eater, Golden God of Glorious Bloodshed and Prideful Coqnuest, whom you know best as Serpent Ascendant.
“He isss not a god who helpsss thosse who will not lift a finger to help themssselvess,” you say slowly, working out your pitch even as you speak the words, “but you are not that sssort of people, obviousssly. I think… I think he would be happy to help sssomeone like you, or your family, Missster Cliff.”
