Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

While some would balk at what Mictec spoke of next, instead the cogs in Murk's mind began to turn. 

He was not well-versed in spirituality, nor did he know much of the gods, but what captured him most about the woman was her intensity. Sacrifice. While their methods differed, the idea of giving yourself up for the good of your people made him shiver pleasantly. It was the ultimate celebration of one's life.

Though, he supposed, it served a secondary purpose to weed out the weak among the fighters. Instead of tooth and nail, it was earthen fire that claimed Mictec's el sacrificio.

"A most honourable death," he praised, seeking the flame of her gaze. The seeds of a new life here in these woods began to plant itself deep into Murk's mind.