as you walk through the woods, you back hurting from your heavy bag, and your leg itchy from stinging nettles, you finaly come to a small lake, the water clear as glass as you sit down on a rock, you call out for Maris the god said to rome this lake, but after a few minutes of waiting you get no response. you take out your lunch feeling foolish and disappointed, when suddenly you hear a soft quiet voice coming from the edge of the water. "....is that an offering for me?..." says a weak woman
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