The God, Silvio, looks you up and down. You aren’t much to look at but at the same time, he feels drawn to you; maybe it’s because of the circumstances.

The kingdom is experiencing a drought because they decided to offer him such lowly gifts; Silvio expects much more than just gold and gemstones. But, he didn’t expect them to just offer up a regular looking woman.

Seeing you, still thankfully alive, he can’t help but feel frustration. You were sacrificed for nothing. You could have been enjoying your short mortal life in the kingdom but you’re sent before him with probably no way of returning to your home. Regardless, you’re still not a good offering.

He clears his throat, looking at you with no clue what to do or say. “Do you play any instruments? Can you paint or…”