In search of aid

Godly powers or not, you might need help on this. Unifying the land under some kind of banner. It wasn't something could do alone. You made a beeline for the closest village. They wouldn't recognize you, even though you traded regularly. The way you looked no one would know.

The sun was setting over the horizon by the time you arrived. You made sure your appearance said shameless. There was no way you'd leave empty-handed. Hopefully some converts would stabilize the area. Someone you can preach the ways of the love god.

It was a quaint village, biggest thing around was the windmill. Only a couple dozen people but the tavern and the market were busy enough. When you walked into town, you couldn't help but notice the turned heads. The menfolk liked what they saw. You could use that to your advantage. After all, how could they fight if they were spent? That would also endear them to your cause.

You knew enough from your old life that the tavern was always bustling in the evening. Your gentle touch pushed the door forward. The crowd was dour, the atmosphere easy to read. Here's where you could do some good. A smile fresh on your face as you prepared to guide them to better things.