Skorageirr has a beautiful spear in his hand he took off one of the Vandals. He is somewhat reluctant about parting with it because it really is a perfectly balanced weapon, but then he exactly knows that the Gods deserve their share. So he walks towards the edge of the bog and with a deft movement, proving his excellent skills with the spear, throws it into the bog. It touches the surface right in front of the wooden idol.

He is glad that Anya decided to join the ceremony and returns her smile. But this is neither the time nor the place for sentiments. He will keep more for later. She sure will understand.