Chapter 16: Offering (1/2)

[Quest: Ania's Prayer Completed! Rewarding +9 Followers, A Random Offering will be presented to your Shrine!

[Congratulations! New Milestone Reached! 10/10 Followers… Rewarding +1 Stat Point… Next Milestone in 10/25 Followers]

Colt smiled when he saw the notifications coming in confirming the completion of his Quest. 'I wonder what the offering will be? Will it be something I can use?' He was pretty curious as to what he could gain from it. As he was thinking about that, Colt's eyebrows suddenly furrowed into a frown as he heard a few NPC's in the crowd whispering his name.

”Exile…”

”She called on Exile, right? Have the Gods returned?”

”I'll definitely be praying to Exile now…”

Ania stared at Erik's corpse in disbelief. She never imagined that Exile would directly intervene in her fight in such a way. Needless to say, she was extremely touched by the lengths that this God was willing to go to for her. Every story she had heard about Gods pegged them as fickle and self-serving.

Sarri rushed forward out of the crowd to embrace her daughter! Hot tears streamed down her reddened face as she studied Ania's wounds through blurry eyes. ”Thank Exile, you're alright! Come, we have to see to your injuries before an infection sets in!”

Colt shuddered when he heard that, but he was all out of DP, so he could not heal Ania. She would have to get through it on her own until he received some new prayers from the Shrine. Colt let out a warm smile as Ania kept glancing over her shoulder towards him as her mother led her away.

'She's still holding onto that axe and shield.' Colt chuckled lightly before following after them.

Little did he know that whispers of the duel were spreading amongst the villagers as people discussed the possibility that Gods were real. One person, in particular, perked up when someone came to inform him of what had happened and to ask his advice.

”What do you think, Bjorn? Is Exile a real God? Should I pray to him?”

”Hm, you say Ania Eraldsen called on this 'God'?” Bjorn stroked his long grey beard as he stared into the fire in front of him that was filling the room with smoke.

”Yes! It has to be a God, right? There's no way Erik would lose his footing like that! The girl had no chance to survive the Trial!”

”Don't do anything for now. I'll pay a visit to the Eraldsen home to get the truth of the matter. If she's faking it, I'll certainly find out!” Bjorn's gaze was fierce as he dismissed the farmer from his home.

Bjorn stood up and strolled over to a book that sat on the nearby table. He ran his hand across the leather cover. This book contained the history of their people in the form of stories that sounded like myths. 'As the village Lorekeeper, it will be up to me to write this into the book if it turns out to be true.'