You immediately drop to your knees, bowing low. Sage crouches in front of you, analyzing the cuts on your skin and the fear in your eyes. He's never been too fond of humans, but he can't just ignore you. The god lifts your chin gently and speaks in a soft, almost amused voice laced with calm friendliness. There is no need to cower. What are you running from?
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