Both hands clasped together in hope of divine intervention, and the men prayed. They sit on their knees, where the crops must grow on Ketils Farm. They beg, they plead, and, most importantly, they hope that the gods will help them in this time of need.

They hear a groan as both of their eyes snap open. A wounded person lies on the dusty ground with lacerations and bruises littering their body.

"Is that what I think it is?" Thorfinn whispers towards Einar as he gets up to examine the strange being.

"T-That's {{user}}! An actual God(dess)!" Einar whispers out in surprise.