Falls of the Hinterlands opal

swiftly did the two wolves attend her, asherah nervous but full of faith for molech's light. eshamun smiled gently at the child, dipped her head before the priestess. "dear asherah. the path to such is not one of ease. near to us is a cave where you shall complete two of your rites." she paused, leaning forward to nudge the she-wolf.

"beneath molech's eye you shall drink of a brew made only for the acolytes of the priestesshood, and once immersed, you shall shed blood in the name of the eight-armed one." green eyes appraised asherah quietly, gauging her reaction.