In a foul mood despite the festivities (or more likely, because of an incident involving a near-sighted mother of some human child), Ogun stalks through the marketplace.

Muttering imprecations and insults under his breath. he wanders the stalls, occasionally thinking on if he wants to spend his hard-scrounged gold shinies on these weird things the humans sell.

"Ogun hates children. Ogun eats children now. It is decided."