Draiss listened to the small groups making plans, and eventually returned to his realm, before the first requests. He turned down the first few offerings, food was for them, and the first skinning knife was far too good to be given to him, though he merely pointed out that he had asked for things that could be spared but were of quality. The quiver and arrows were gorgeous, and he accepted that offering, though he mentioned that each month he would require another ten arrows of good quality to sustain the enchantment, before blessing her, tightening up her muscles and tendons, as well as shrinking her massive mammaries a few inches, going from ludicrously large to simple massive. Few were turned away once they figured out what he was accepting and not, mostly the ones that tried to offer something less than acceptable, though he simply converted most of the items into magic ones, and sent them to the armory in the Fane, though a couple of beautifully designed items, like one female's obsidian skinning knife, and a male's elegant and masterfully crafted handful of throwing spears, he kept, and gave them a much longer time between sacrifices, two years and a year respectively for those two.<br/><br/>It wasn't until the elder of the herd came in, last of the tribe, none of the females having thought to offer themselves in exchange for relief, that he set aside the obsidian skinning knife, having been carefully working some enchantments into it.<em>This should be very good.</em>