My attention keeps straying back to the overflowing altar outside the temple. It"s amazing to be able to see how much the people of London love their gods, but there"s a representation of it right in front of me. For the past day, people have been bringing all kinds of offerings, from fruit and beer to gifts of gold.
And I"m supposed to catalogue it all so that it can be moved into the temple and be distributed the way it"s supposed to be, though I"m not entirely sure what way that is. But I don"t think it"s my job to think about that part, I"m just supposed to manage things out here and be the face of the temple.
Nik leans in and places a hand against my back. "You"re thinking about work."
"I"m at work," I point out.
He shrugs. "It"s a street party." He nods towards the rows of tables
