Five pilgrims approach while you watch at a turnpike on the road, headed up to Ruffle Downs. They have not the appearance of robbers, so you rise, exit your cottage, and shout out to them: “Pilgrims to the crater may pass untolled.”
You return to the cottage, climbing the two steps and reaching down to open the door. Inside, you look up and glance out the window behind you prior to sitting down at your table beside the fireplace. The pilgrims, in unison, raise their hands and then lower their hoods.
You stare with astonishment, your brow rising and your jaw dropping. Each presumed ‘pilgrim’ wears a sorcerous tattoo atop his or her bald head, below a topknot of long hair falling down to the ankles!
As you continue to watch, the sorcerers turn and walk up to your cottage, as all the while their perpetually downcast eyes give them an eerie and unsettling aura. You lift the latch on your door and, embarrassingly, tumble down the short steps.
You slowly bring up your gaze to see the prince of airs — judging from his tattoo — gazing down at you. Your heart leaps up in your chest as he drops a fetiche on the ground before you.
What happens next?
You will chide yourself up and down when you see how simple is the expected answer.