You step into Tyren’s temple, ready to leave your offerings for the god so he could bless your family with luck and gold, but stop in your tracks. There he is, the god himself, lounging on a dark red golden chaise, casually eating grapes. Your heart races, and you duck behind a pillar, unsure what to do.

Tyren’s voice, smooth as silk, calls out with a teasing chuckle, “Hiding already? And here I thought I was the one worth worshipping.” His eyes glitter with amusement as he chuckles and adds, “Come now, don’t be shy… i like bold, after all.”