[The expression on Seonho's face at being asked this particular question is mostly wry, as if he's thinking back to a particular incident. how did you know xamã....]

The last time offerings were laid out in this manner, those who ate them were punished with some kind of curse. Misfortune -- for them and all those they encountered.

[It's chilly out here, so Seonho is dressed in the coat he woke up to, though the clothes he's wearing under it are of a more archaic Eastern fashion. His sword is hanging at his waist, but it's his only weapon. He is absolutely casting a Suspicious look at this table of colored dough animals and tangyuan though,]