More people threw themselves on the ground, raising and lowering their arms toward Kamila while they chanted some kind of prayer.
"Oh, gods! This is even worse than the Desert." Kamila's head was spinning and she had now a splitting headache.
"Zekell, what's the meaning of this?" Lith asked as his confusion was quickly turning into annoyance.
Those who lived near the temple didn't even dare meet his gaze, just praying to him for a miracle or another. He was used to being feared or respected, being worshipped was beyond unsettling.
"Business." The blacksmith whispered in reply. "Also, it's a nice way to keep Lutia peaceful and friendly. Now follow my lead."
"As it was prophesized, the All-Father has returned among us. He's pleased with us and he needs to confer with his high cleric."
"My/his what now?" The entire family said in unison.
