You think of what you wish. You ponder and then carefully answer.

" Can you heal sickness? Can you provide immortality?"

A gazelle steps forth from the crowd and smiles down to you. He closes walks outside, and you follow. He looked around, smelling the sweet scent of the fresh air. He looked at you and spoke.

" I can grant immortality and relieve sickness, yes. However, the some gods can take that away, like the God of Death and Destruction. You are sure?"

He smiled to encourage you, then bent down and took a bite of some green grass, and chewed on it. You nod, sure of your answer.

"Yes."'