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[The PCD clicks on to show Saul sitting somewhere outdors next to a huge blazing bonfire. Flushed and grinning, he's clearly a little bit drunk, and has a green wreath perched on his head at an awkward angle. He reaches up a hand to straighten it, laughing, then toasts the camera with a bottle of unknown (but apparently potent - it's still mostly full) liquor.]
Biana Mithralia! Praise the Unconquered Sun!
I know you strange land's people are busy with your strange festival, but if you become tired of it, the bonfire will stay ablaze until tomorrow's dawn, and I have roasted wolf-meat. Have you ever tried wolf? I have, but I've tried everything.
[He laughs again and takes a good long drink of the bottle.]
I hope the Risen Son doesn't mind wolf's-blood offering instead of ox for his waking-feast, or we'll have another week's darkness. Hah! No matter. It's summer now in Ilyiga, and if twice Mithralia in one year won't buy me favor with him, I don't know what else might.
[Chuckling, he turns back to the fire and splashes some liquor into it, watching the flames as the feed clicks off.]
Biana Mithralia! Praise the Unconquered Sun!
I know you strange land's people are busy with your strange festival, but if you become tired of it, the bonfire will stay ablaze until tomorrow's dawn, and I have roasted wolf-meat. Have you ever tried wolf? I have, but I've tried everything.
[He laughs again and takes a good long drink of the bottle.]
I hope the Risen Son doesn't mind wolf's-blood offering instead of ox for his waking-feast, or we'll have another week's darkness. Hah! No matter. It's summer now in Ilyiga, and if twice Mithralia in one year won't buy me favor with him, I don't know what else might.
[Chuckling, he turns back to the fire and splashes some liquor into it, watching the flames as the feed clicks off.]
