Bearclaw Valley Single file, like soldiers on a mission.

This concept, that such vile things could be named and controlled by an entity, was difficult for the simple-minded boy to grasp. In knowing that Averna left gifts upon or around the stone for her chosen god, Karst found it distasteful and confusing that someone would curry favor with something so diabolical. Perhaps in doing so Averna staved off the destruction, hate, and blood; perhaps she could woo this creature called Sithis and make it do her bidding. A chill rain down the boy's spine at that conclusion.

She was busy rearranging things at her little shrine. Upon looking up, peering at him with those empty eyes, Karst hastily averted his own gaze. His attention was focused upon Averna but he did not want to incite her ire; now that he knew of the power of Sithis he was afraid. What if she lobbied the creature to harm him? He did not want to be cursed (at least no more than he already was).

He curled in to himself at that point, watching the dirt at her pale feet as if it held its own secrets.