Lion Head Mesa [WP] sage

Reyson had watched from the shadows. Always on guard, and then as the ritual ended as people brayed for happiness and some for fear. Some left in disgust. His own chest rose and feel as easy as it usually did, his face did not show his emotions.

But his heart tightened and his stomach gnawed and he was sickened. To waste meat for Gods that killed your people and let you live did not sit well with him. It was honorable he felt in the air, especially if a priest was doing it, but he didn't understand it and he was disgusted.

So he turned his gaze from the spectacle and instead looked to the crowd and watched for any place his body or voice maybe needed. To soothe a child, to help those who wished to leave, but he would not go near the dais or the royal family and the thought of having to run a mission here where he didn't understand and was uncomfortable made him wonder if he should even go for a higher command.