The small but noticeable fall of rain outside, the flickering candlelight that illuminated your book - the scene was perfectly tranquil, honestly in a few moments you’d be lucky to be awake. Marina felt the same, her eyes rolling despite her continued attempts to keep them facing her book.

Just as it looks like the room is about to be bathed in sleep, a noise brings you both back to reality.

“Pff! Ahaha, look! Look at this!”

Marina shoves her book into your face, the page turned to the old god, Sylvian. The Goddess of life and fertility’s sigil was…explicit, to say the least.

“Aha! Oh, All-Mer, I’m sorry. I just had to show you…”