The flames, smoke and ash rise toward the sky. The fire offers little evidence other than a blackened spot, leaving little trace of the offering, creating an almost complete separation from our world.

*she claps her hands together* What a perfect offering to our gods. Her spirit becomes a part of them. And maybe, just maybe the gods will look favorably on our world and join in the hunt for bugs.

Master, *one of the acolytes coughs nervously* she is one of those who works to protect us from *he glances about and trembles* the bugs! And...er...ah....a patron too, ya know. If she enters the wickerman, how will she continue?

Well, she IS a god. Okay a demigod but that's kinda immortal, right? Besides Jot can fix anything. *she begins to chant * Others will join and add their sacrifices.

er...yes, Master, but er...well....

*sighing, annoyed at the interruption* Out with it.

*whispering* You know how slow he is sometimes at bug hunting and fixes. And you are one of her minions...and all.....

*buffs nails on her gown* Well, I guess he'll be in the market for a replacement. My plan of world domination begins. *ahem* I mean, such a sacrifice will couple her soul with ours and with that of our gods as well as the other sacrifices brought to our fire. The bugs will be burned by the air!