Rolled 5, 3 = 8 (2d6)
>>6095468In the morning, the maiden wakes with a smile, not remembering last night's dream, or yesterday's visit. Thunder booms from the storm that carried on through the night, and the light pitter patter of rain sets a soothing mood. The maiden walks past the bowl in her bedroom, and everything comes back to her. In a rush, she grasps the bowl and brings it near: it's empty.
"Waahh wah," her baby cries from the hamper she discarded it in.
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Yima blesses his pilgrims with instructions to continue spreading the faith northward, and to adopt the orphans of the wicked lands they come across, and raise them to worship the Rat in the Rain.
