There are few things that made Sarah lose her shit. A dumbass, a farmer who didn't know they had rotted grains and of course a god speaking to her. Sarah losing her shit was a humorous affair. Her mouth was agape opened, her eyes widened as she looked at the deity before her. The deity was beautiful, radiant. Sarah was excited, aroused by the sight. However, remarking that the deity had a fine ass was a quick way to get smited, well to Sarah that is. Nevertheless, Sarah did have huge balls. And since she had huge balls, she would be honest.
"Frey, I am merely a simple farmer. What offerings could I give you? I am no king, demigod, nor some great warlord. I am just a woman who maintains a farm. I surely don't have the ability to provide sacrifices that would please a deity."
"As for a sword, I want a sword to defend my farm, and to earn my fortune. It will allow me to properly adventure. This world is dangerous, and I am just a weak farmer. I am no legend, or a hero, nor do I have their gifts."
"Frey, I am merely a simple farmer. What offerings could I give you? I am no king, demigod, nor some great warlord. I am just a woman who maintains a farm. I surely don't have the ability to provide sacrifices that would please a deity."
"As for a sword, I want a sword to defend my farm, and to earn my fortune. It will allow me to properly adventure. This world is dangerous, and I am just a weak farmer. I am no legend, or a hero, nor do I have their gifts."
