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Titanian Worship Room
Veles strolled right into the hall of the worship room, showing complete disregard for everything Marick and the other soldiers had been told about how they had to respect the religions. Not Veles, though. He didn’t have a peace to keep, and his reputation certainly couldn’t fall any farther.
It was a well-decorated room, with paintings and cloths hung in a pleasing manner. The scent of freshly burned candles wafted through the air.
“That’ll be far enough,” a priestess said. She wore orange robes and had what looked like orange dust sprinkled in her hair. Most likely dirt from Titan, as odd as that was.
Instead of answering, Veles stood there and slowly put his right hand over his left forearm. The woman looked at him, seemingly now recognizing him, and then m
