While you may not believe your own words, the priestess certainly does. Her exposed toes curl down onto themselves, as if they are hiding, and she shudders in her bonds, her eyes darting around the room.<br/><br/>"U-u-uh... n-no. I keeps my toes..." She murmurs, trying very hard to sink into the ground. "W-we was just doin' what we was told, faerie... A humans said he would use the blood of a god to a-a-ascend, so we was building a herald for him... a god of blood needs scary herald, s-s-s-s-so we was buildin' him Jack o' the Lanternses. No one s-scarier than old Jack..."