The crowd has assembled. Lights are being extinguished, except the one before the large stone, the goddess.
The drumming rises to a crescendo.
Letting out a blood-curdling scream, the priest, smeared in vermillion, jumps up and down, his sword slashing wildly around.
“How many more will die?” asks the headman.
“Countless.”
“Why?”
“You ravaged the earth. Killed animals indiscriminately.”
“When will it end?” The priest shakes his head, screams, and falls like a log.
He’ll be busy later, bargaining with a city trader for his collection of rare animal skins.