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Seemingly motionless, the figure standing before the altar had been there some time, for all seeming to merely be staring at the old, dusty surface. This was further along the room, fittingly an alcove deeper shrouded into flickering shadow. The altar was was of those nameless, but Josh knew who's it was. And the silence that answered him, the dead feel to it, gave credence to his suspicions. Never used, for this one favored a different sort of prayer.

Sighing, he finally turned away, choosing to walk, rather than drift this way and that. Much time spent going through the old room, perusing, thinking. At time dialogue with the twisted other he held under heel for the moment, the energy he required as sustenance seemingly just there in the air in the temple. Josh was at a loss as to how to proceed. He was a marked man, but that mark was his penance. It just seemed that his penance would have to be of his own choosing, for the marker was silent.

"One last chance to throw me a bone, Taima? Any idea at all would be nice here." Glaring across the room, its hallowed reverence of a number of gods that didn't care one whit their icons hung over blocks of stone, Josh crossed his arms.