"When I was captured by these bandits," you tell Kral, "Dugu knocked me unconscious. Before I came around, I was…I don't know how to explain it, quite, but I was visited by the gods. They said that if I called on them, they'd help me."
Kral looks suspiciously at you for a moment before answering. "I won't say that didn't happen, Basileios," he begins, "but as you said yourself, you had been knocked out. What's more, there's a reason our shamans usually don't go to war. Battles are won with courage and steel, not blind faith."
"Just trust me," you say. "You don't need to commit our warriors yet. Simply be ready to act. Svarog will help us, I know it, and when that help arrives, that's when I want you to strike."
Kral looks at you hard for a moment, his cold gray eyes locked on your own, then nods. "Very well. I will assemble the warriors, and we will await your signal. Good luck, Basileios, with whatever you propose."
He turns and slinks away into the forest.
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