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Snowmelt drips from the branches surrounding your ruined shrine, pattering down like a premonition of spring rain.
The four of them arrive together. The child bounds forward, shoes slapping eagerly against wet stone. The hunter moves with a lingering limp, his steps measured and hesitant.
Carefully, he places two parcels inside your offering bowl. Spiced pastries and pickled winter berries - remainders of the winter harvest. A folded pelt taken from a long-haired rodent, cleaned and finely tanned.
He brushes at the weathered stone beneath him.
"Do they bear a name?"
"...none that we know," says the family. "But they have always answered us, just as they have answered you."
The four of them clasp their hands before your empty plinth. The family prays for swift rains and a fair harvest.
The hunter thanks you for the wind and the snow. He prays for the sharpness of his eyes and the keenness of his hands.
[+2 FAITH]
Duskward. The forest fragments into thawing grassland. A narrow path snakes through the landscape, broken by vegetation and disuse. Apple-green moss encroaches on the soft timbers of a long-abandoned guardhouse.
>[DEW] - Lend minor assistance. [-1 FAITH]
>[BREEZE/DEW] - Lend some assistance. [-2 FAITH]
>[BREEZE/FOG] - Lend considerable assistance. [-3 FAITH]
>[MEMORY] - Examine a distant memory. [-2 FAITH] [This option can be taken with others]
