The being laughs and insultingly states: "Had any other man come with such a poor excuse, I would have got rid of their suffering. You won't be given the joy of reincarnation, I'll let you live. With a clause, you must come with a ball of Rash to me. In case you don't, consider slaving for your N'wah life. Mwahahaha, you have a fortnight, now run fetcher!

What do you do?