It was the dead of night, the piercing cold of winter that tainted the land of Raoz proving too much for its citizens, despite their efforts to stay warm.

A group of them stepped up to the shrine that sat atop the hill closest to the central village, each person carrying freshly baked goods - offerings to their Guardian Deity that makes the winter bearable.

Lady Sumatra, as kind and generous as she was, was not one to have her patience tested. A single slip-up could doom the land of Raoz to a chilly demise.

The group of citizens enter the warm, dimly lit shrine, a small but appreciated relief from the cold outside, and set down their offerings on the floor, inside the circle of the sun-shaped symbol on the floor, in the center of the expansive room...