"I think I'd call this a success," he said with a nod, reaching up to trace the gentle curves of the statuette. Dried bits of this and that lay around, and a burned-out stick of incense. When was the last time anyone had come to worship? He bowed his head and mentally recited a little prayer to the unnamed deity, and pulled from his bag two small coins and left them atop the altar. It didn't seem right to take anything from here. Maybe he'd find a stone or tile on the way out, but otherwise they had left their mark on this place and it wasn't going anywhere. After a while longer of admiring the altar and the statues and the carvings on the walls, he helped Eziya as they picked their way back to Bosede who greeted them with floppy tongue and wagging tail.
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Fin? o:
