Leaving his tent, Lod noticed a small box with a note on it. He read it, opened the box looked in it. It was a beautiful carved statue of a whale, but nothing more. 

Odd, he thought to himself. He put it in his bag and went on his way. 

Lod’s mind went to his sacrifice. What would he want to give to the gods? It had to be something special, so he couldn’t buy it. Even if Lod wanted to, he was broke. 
Maybe it had to be something he made. But making things wasn’t Lod’s strong side. He was a blacksmiths apprentice for a while, but he was rubbish at it. He also didn’t have the hands for woodworking or weaving. No, making wasn’t an option. 
It can also be something he carried. Like his clothes, or something only he held of value. However, Lod didn’t have much, and what he had he wanted to keep. 

What a mess, this way I’ll never have a good sacrifice. 

Lod was so deep in thought that he bumped into a man. When he looked up, he saw it was the well-known Flin. He went hunting with him once, for the old lord of this province. Lod didn’t do much of the hunting, he was just there to carry the dead bear home. 
“Sorry thare, Flin. Almoast didn’t see yer there. How’s life?”

Only then Lod noticed the shaking little boy beside Flin. He stood there awkwardly, he wasn’t that good with children. 
“Heeyy… How ‘r you doin’?”