"So...is it just the sigil? Or do you have something else that keeps Libranupometsk wealthy and healthy?"
"The sigil? Oh, good, you noticed." Theinskvalur did not seem sufficiently agitated for a man whose internal organs had just been on display.
"I was afraid that you would never ask."
"What is it, then?"
"It's never just a sigil when you pour your entire life into one symbol," Theinskvalur said. "It's decades worth of work put into a few silly lines, imagining things that are not there, building thoughtforms that gain a life of their own...you see, there was no such thing as a Blood God before I came here. I made it. I made the entire deity."
Ted nearly fell from his chair.
"Impossible!" he breathed.
