The town butcher initially gave me some strange looks when I asked for two freshly slaughtered cattle. No cuts, nothing… Just the raw meat. “I’m hoping…” I told him, “…that I can lure the Legion toward this offering instead of the townsfolk tonight.”
He seemed dubious of my plan’s success, but took my coin and loaded my cart with the beef. He asked my name as I pulled away, but I… I just pretended not to hear him.
Once safely outside the town, I set to work, stringing up slices of the meat in tree branches to keep as much of it from being snagged by town dogs before nightfall.
My hands were starting to shake with anticipation as the sun dipped below the horizon and I finished my task. By morning, I’ll know if I was successful.
By night, I am Legion.