Holding his offering with both hands, Nokt set his prize on the altar, kowtowing as he backed away. Uncontained snorts behind him almost caused a loss of balance, but he rallied and began.
“I beseech thee, Cess. Accept this gift of atonement for my sins.”
Befouled water swirled around the Septic Goddess as she examined the gift of leather and wood. “What, am I supposed to do with this?”
“It goes on your, uh,” Nokt shriveled as he glanced toward her footless nether regions.
Displeased, Cess pulled a lever, sending Nokt swirling down the drain, the heel eddying after him.
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