Talen and I are accosted by the massive humanoid jackal deity. His voice commanded respect and answers. We can only best get out of this by being truthful. Who knows the kinds of things this jackal god is capable of?
Hearing our words, he stares on at us, surprised by what we're saying, but then gets a sly smirk... We should have taken that smirk more seriously, because the next thing we knew, he was raising a hand and snapping his fingers, manifesting a pair of gold cuffs on our wrists, which began to spread black rubber across our bodies... My own shirt begins to disintegrate much like the torch did. It was clear our clothing was no longer allowed...