The poor woman's screams became a low whining, then stopped altogether. "Oh, Erastil..." Jhod whispered. "She'

The poor woman's screams became a low whining, then stopped altogether. "Oh, Erastil..." Jhod whispered. "She's dead. I..." Tristian placed a hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't blame yourself. You did all you could. Now, you must finish what you started and make sure her sacrifice wasn't in vain." After opening the stomach of the deceased woman, the cleric pulled out a strange item.