I put down one pretzel as offering.
Oh overseers of fate, what is in store for this ill soul?!
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The Council is pleased by your pretzel offering.
The Council has decided your fate.
Your soul shall, when the time is right, recover from its illness.
The Council has spoken.
The Council is pleased by your pretzel offering.
The Council has decided your fate.
Your soul shall, when the time is right, recover from its illness.
The Council has spoken.