"Isn't the harvest this year bountiful?" Riley asked smiling.
Jolima is the name used for someone holding a high position in the safe haven village, Riley was not bothered about the name, after all Toymakers world was always weird.
Jolima seemed to suddenly freeze, he then broke into a smile, "Ah... yes, the ritual worked really well." Jolima sipped his tea and gazed into the distance, as if remembering a long memory.
"Jolima," Riley said slowly, his voice steady but laced with urgency, "you said something about the harvest. What did you mean?"
Jolima blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion at first, as if trying to recall something distant. He swallowed hard, then muttered, "We… prayed. For a bountiful harvest. Things were getting worse last year—crops failing, livestock disappearing. So, we prayed, all of us… and the priest, he… he said he received a revelation from God."
