An Answer

Engel had never seen Jente looking for something; it always seemed impolite to watch her work her...whatever, even though she’d seen him use his gift dozens of times. Engel had never considered that Old Master might not be allowed to watch Jente do her thing. The two of them sat outside of Jente’s hut, drinking mead and keeping warm with a small fire, and waiting to see what she saw.

Eventually the Red Twins and Dagaz joined them, bringing more honey-mead, meat, logs for the fire.

“What are we waiting for?” Dagaz asked.

Old Master said, “An answer.”