Larksong Grotto what gods win, what you lose

TW Sacrificial ceremony, passive abuse of illicit substances, mention of gory elements... etc.
Sweet Ayovi and Ulfric the warrior-HuNtEr

As she set foot on these lands, Aspa knew full well that she would need her "poisons." The men and women here were true northerners, whether by blood or by faith; they were, and behaved as such. They would seek to negotiate, demand gods, bargain... Aspa had sensed this the moment she crossed into this territory. The gods here were talkative...

In her hut, a humble den with an entrance adorned with hare skulls and dried plants, she had gathered what she needed. These plants had their roles to play, quickly clouding the minds of mortals. Flowers and jimsonweed intertwined in the skulls of hares, a scent that might seem foul, yet to some, it created an intoxicating fragrance.

Aspa had also carefully arranged the fisher pelts Ayovi had given her earlier. Seated, the sorcerer took a deep breath. Now, she awaited only her guest and her huntsman... both had been sent to fetch what was necessary to complete the ceremony.

This deep inhalation of warm air, thick with jimsonweed, made her feel reborn in another form...