Puru sneaked into the nearby woods while the others were busy drinking and hooting and cackling. He did not have to explore for too long before he found a shapely figure of a woman, sitting upright at the gnarly base of a fig tree. Despite the darkness, his demon gaze could easily see it was Goddess Dimuka meditating, her large eyes shut in deep focus, her lips quivering with silent chants. Puru padded over, with as little noise as possible; yet, the dry, fallen leaves crunched under his heavy built. Dimuka flickered her eyes open at the sound.
"The men refuse to start without your presence," Puru quickly made up a reason for his visit, "I thought you must know."