[quote=LordMarwain]
A warm summer breeze was all that Lyah could feel, before her surroundings became more clear. She could hear the sound of birds singing their most beautiful melodies. After the world finally stopped to blur, she saw a garden. Fields of flowers, lying next to golden fields of grains, she also saw an orchard and far in the distance, if she squeezed her eyes together, she could see a wild forest. “Welcome to my garden, my dear. Come sit down,” Tavon spoke, while he let himself fall down on his back on the soft grass. “You must have a lot of questions by now, you can ask away in a moment, but first you might want to hear this.” One of the birds started to sing the message of the god Mawhiti. “Okay what do you want to know first?”
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Lyah had her questions ready.
"How did you meet? Was my Lily your champion? What will you do to test the new champions? Would you accept my sacrifice?"
The words escaped her mouth in a hurry. As if she burst open the moment the god finished speaking.
After that she sat down in the grass. "Sorry, why don't we start at the beginning. How did you meet my mother?"

Behind Lyah a small portal opened up and a warm breeze rushed trough the garden. Without her noticing but painfully clear to Tavon, a large pile of golden coins spewed out and spread over a small open field in the garden. Each was roughly the size of a fist and displayed an artistic rose on each side identically. They glimmered in the sunlight.
The portal close as quickly as it opened with nothing but a single jingle from a small silver bell.
"What was that?" Lyah looked around and picked up a coin. She looked at it quizzically, as the old priest had.
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[quote=LordMarwain]
Tarvin picked up the small bell. "Could I ask with this to become his champion?" he wondered, but did not speak the words out loud. "No, he wouldn't use such a cheap trick. If he was going to be chosen by this god of freedom, he would do so on his own strength. He would show that he was worthy of being more than a vessel for his voice." Pondering on how to achieve this he walked away, telling Misha that he was going to prepare his sacrifice.
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"Good luck. I'm sure someone will love it." Misha replied as he put the bell on a string and hung it around his neck. He wasn't sure what it was but it seemed valuable.
He then looked at Vincus. Unknowing who Vincus really was, but somehow suspicious. This man could sing, and as they had sung together he'd noticed something off.
He couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something. Some spark.
"My name is Misha by the way." He stuck out his hand "Are you here for the sacrifices as well? Or just to see the sights, hear the music and taste the food?"