You immediately fall on your knees in worship, begging Soot for infinite ‘p and ‘o so your village can survive forever.
He puts his finger to his chin in consideration.
<Infinite ‘p and ‘o, huh? That’s a tall order. Might even cut into my stash.
<How about this: If you can sacrifice 200 virgin men for me before the summer solstice, I will grant your wish.
It is the 11th of December; you only have a mere 10 days before the solstice.
What do you do?
