You decide to follow Soot.
Soot cracks a smile.
<Great decision, mate! Looks like at least someone pays me respect for keeping this world running!
<You’ll want to continue forwards to the port, then. Good luck getting your sacrifices!
Thor, on the other hand, seems sullen with disappointment.
<Though you are my adherent, I cannot fault you for seeking to please the king of the gods… After all, to deny him is to risk death.
<Be that as it may, still I will follow you. Your mandate is to bring Soot 100 virgin men – but I swear on my honor, under my watch none of them shall be Aryans.
In a flash of light, before you stands Thor no longer but a crow, albeit with a suspiciously Thor-shaped head.
It pulls you out from the mud, and you resume your journey west. Soon, you arrive at the port town. It is still the early hours before dawn, and not a soul has yet woken.
What do you do?
