Heavenfall

Satone walked slowly through the camp, thinking over all the information from the day so far. It was likely she would be attempting to go into hell itself, and she felt like now was the time to ask for help.

She held her hammer rested on her shoulder, with a new addition to it. Wound tightly up the handle and around the head of the hammer was a long, pure rope.

When she reached the tent she believed was appropriate, she calls out.

"Hello, ghost priest! It is Satone. I have found adequate rope and wrapped my hammer with it and seek your help in blessing it."

Haka pushes back the flap of her tent and steps outside. "Ah! Good, good. You are ready to do this now?"

"I am, when you are. What do you need from me?"

"Rope and blood." Haka stretches her arms to the sides and rolls her neck. "Should not take very long."

Satone nods and offers her non-dominant hand to Haka.

"Don't cut deep, I still need to be able to function."