"Do you know whose altar it is?" the acolyte asked. “It would help the temple out greatly. We tried to restore it as best as we could during the construction of this new place, however no one was left alive who knew what it was for. It’s always been a curiosity with us, especially with the more historian types around here. If you could tell us, my masters would thank you a thousand times over.”
Duinn had not the faintest idea. He opened his mouth with a proper lie, but lost his breath when Aramina's elbow jabbed him in the side. Tossing her hair, she sat back and surveyed their guest. "It belongs to Ansus, The Trickster," she said with a lift of her chin. "Why is it no one remembers his name, nor his symbol, here?" She touched the worn engraving of a swan adorning the bottom of an offerin
