being a devotee to telamon was quite easy for you. well—since you’ve been sending offerings for some years now. youve gotten to know telamon after all those years of giving offerings and summoning him. he wasn’t horrible to you, but you still stayed clear when needed.

today was like every other day; check up on telamon and give him some offerings.

so here you were, sat on the floor with a small load of bread and presumably four gold nuggets. a lit candle stood in front of everything, along with one of telamon’s feathers.

“lord telamon…”

“i know you can hear me, get your ass down here-“

”that’s no way to speak to your god, hm?”