You ask Soot to guide you where Mr. Beast came from, so you can find suitable sacrifices.
<Oh yeah! There’s a port about 20 miles from here, that’s where he came from. It has some small settlements, and trade ships stop there regularly. I’ll send you my divine guidance to show you the way.
You nod, and Soot disappears.
As starry night descends upon your camp and the fire dims, the beast’s flesh is passed around, and not one man goes without his hunger sated, even your slave. For you feed him from your hand and he is all too happy to take it, in his starvation.
