[quote=KatherinWinter]
"I am enjoying the festival, thank you. Yes the roses are my offering to the Gods. I hope to please one enough to be chosen. " Liz answered in a soft sweet voice. She was surprised that anyone would approach her. "I am not looking forward to the chaos that comes with the choosing of heroes." she told him honestly sitting on the low wall. "I prefer calm and quiet. But it will be interesting to see who is chosen. I came here because I want something new in my life. I think being honored by the gods might be just the thing to help me with that."
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“Wait,” Lily thought, “how does this person know my name?” It was then she noticed the flickering of gold in the man’s hair. A small golden rose. That was not an item an ordinary farmer should have. She also started to notice the plants around her were radiating energy. Plant’s that shouldn’t bloom in this period of the year started to open and show their beauty to the world. 

“Wait I haven’t introduced myself yet,” He spoke, “How rude of my.” He took her hand. “I am Tavon. Your life can go two ways now. First, you can walk away and seek out the help of another god. I’m sure one will be eager to take care of you.” In the street they heard the screaming of a scarcely clothed woman ran past them. A few seconds later she was followed by a man crawling on hands and knees. “Second, you give those roses to me. Then I will name you my champion and give you some of my power to make your life more interesting.” He looked her in the eyes, his face showing a gentle smile. 

“Wait I have something for you.” He handed a small box to Lily. Inside was a thin whistle, shaped like a small wooden rose. “I would hate it if such a beautiful young lady would be harmed in the coming chaos. That’s why, whether you choose me or not, I give you this gift.” Two figures approached. It were druids, carrying large scythes. When they stood before them, they turned their face to the crowd, so that the two could talk in private and not be looked at anymore. “When you blow on the whistle, those will come to your aid, whether you need one or one hundred. I personally trained them to fight. Their scythes go through enemy’s like they go through crops. For I am the crops god.” He laughed a gentle laughter. “That last part was a joke, but it is how another god called me a while ago. But what do you expect from one who knows only war.” 
He placed his hands on the wall, leaning backwards and looked at the sky, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Tavon let out a small sigh. “I had hoped it would be this peaceful forever.” Then he looked back at her. “So which way do you want to go?”