Lion Head Mesa haruspicy

The smell of death hit her like a ton of bricks—one step, her nose was clear, and the next, she was near-overcome by the fumes. Still, she moved closer, intrigued, eyes squinted against the omnipresent headache.

A lanky man, with features all stretched out. . .like the polar opposite of Gucci. She chuffed to get his attention and peered at the grisly contents.

What are you doing? Maegi asked, head tilted slightly. It reminded her much of her sacrifices to Jaes, and she wondered if her god would return if she sat and prayed with this man.

Just maybe. . .