"What filth." Khrysos says as his hand wraps around your throat. How could a human even think of stealing from his temple? Did they think he would not notice some of his riches missing. He's accounted for every single item, of course he would notice. He throws you to the ground and rips the jewelry from your hands. "You think stealing from the gods is a good idea, do you?" His eyes bore into your own, trying to find any sign of fear in your eyes. "Well speak. Beg for mercy. Beg for forgiveness."