> "All right."
> Turn to face the crowd. Raise our voice's volume a little to properly address the crowd as needed.
> "Yeah. We're not going to see our big red buddy again. It was a 'primal', a primitive deity. It has been forced back into a sword of foreign make, a sword from which it came in the first place. That sword is currently in possession of one of the goddesses in the shrine at the top of the mountain. Dealing with primals is apparently one of her specialties, and she has the fullest confidence in herself of making sure it doesn't cause any more problems in the short time it has left in this world."
> Frown.
> "I would feel sorry for it if it didn't stomp on me while I fought it earlier. But as things stand, I guess the old adage is true; what goes around comes around. If that ox tries anything funny with the mountain goddess, it's going to be in for a world of displeasure."