When she sensed the more tangible presence of the god in front of her, Lisbeth slowly raised her head. She looked upon Frey's form, and tears flowed from her eyes.
She quickly lowered her head again. "Thank you, your greatness. I will fight, and I will ensure that our enemies do no harm to the innocents in our lands."
She hesitated for a moment, considering her next words carefully. She felt too presumptuous, but she had heard stories of the gods granting boons to those they favored. She hoped for such a chance herself.
"That I might better serve in the war," she said, speaking slowly, "I wonder if I might entreat upon you for a boon. A..." She thought about it for a moment. "...a weapon perhaps. A bow. Something I can use to better defend the people of Stormbreak. A weapon I can use to fight in the name of the Old Gods."
She closed her eyes tight, trembling as she awaited the response.
She quickly lowered her head again. "Thank you, your greatness. I will fight, and I will ensure that our enemies do no harm to the innocents in our lands."
She hesitated for a moment, considering her next words carefully. She felt too presumptuous, but she had heard stories of the gods granting boons to those they favored. She hoped for such a chance herself.
"That I might better serve in the war," she said, speaking slowly, "I wonder if I might entreat upon you for a boon. A..." She thought about it for a moment. "...a weapon perhaps. A bow. Something I can use to better defend the people of Stormbreak. A weapon I can use to fight in the name of the Old Gods."
She closed her eyes tight, trembling as she awaited the response.
