SACRIFICING THE CONJURERS TO THE SUN TREE
The conjurers were mysterious, and they spoke little after they arrived. They merely communicated with the villagers by their gestures.
"Perhaps the holy ones do not understand our local dialect", one of the villagers said to the others as they were treated coolly by the holy beings.
"Please try our wine, oh, holy ones. This is the best of our wine", the shaman of the village offered to the conjurers, pouring out cups of wines for them.
"Ah, wine", one of the conjurers finally spoke and he took a cup from the shaman and drank it.
The other conjurers quickly followed suit and drank from their offered cups. Soon, the conjurers fell asleep.
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When the conjurers awoke from their sleep, they found themselves tied to the tree in the middle of the village.
"What you do me", one of the conjurers asked the villagers.
