"I don't believe it does," he murmurs, only pausing now and then to wave cautiously at the other stall keepers, sellers of vegetables, fish and fruit. A tightly-bound village, each face largely known. He cannot be seen under suspicious circumstances.

"We haven't given it anything for years. If Brother Sanwon did want," This, reasonably, because normalising sacrifice is an art in which fair Dong-Yun has become prolific, "Would we not have felt his wrath before?"