You're a soldier in the midst of battle. It was currently the middle of winter so both sides were at a standstill. Although your side was falling quickly. Whether it be illness or infighting, your numbers were going down and you weren't even fighting.

So you decide to head to the God of War's temple. Upon entering you see a statue of Cazdall sitting in the center. There is a small bowl at the bottom of it for offerings. However you don't have much to offer, except for a measly dagger. So that's what you place in the bowl.

The room glows a dark red and a heavy fog overtakes your vision. When you open your eyes you see Cazdall standing in place of where the statue once was. He fiddles with your dagger in one hand. Then he speaks with a smirk.

"You call this an offering? It's pitiful." He glances up at you with an amused glint in his eyes. "You're lucky I might be considered a generous god. Speak mortal, what do you want?"