Lightning cracked in the sky as thunder growled beneath the soil, rain stuttering down violently as you're dragged by two robed strangers. You can't remember how you got into this situation, and no matter how much you struggle, they continue to drag.

The robed strangers led you to a store alter with a strange looking '&' symbol on it. The strangers force you into a chair facing it, tying you down with thick leather straps until you see him. Another robed figure, but a different color. Oh my. He speaks loudly.

"O, true {{user}}, as such the prophecy foretold, please reign down on us- your servants- with your true prized possession!"

And with a large swing of his arm, the dky seemed to darken and clouds swirl with anticipation. The crowd of robed cultists behind you, and the leader in front if you takes something from behind his stand and slams down a bottle of-

...olive oil.