Thud!
In the dark alley, Raymond fell onto his backside, watching Marvin and his companions leave with a look of extreme panic in his eyes.
He wasn't religious, how many ruffians roaming the streets were?
They believed more in their fists and the few coins in their pockets.
Because of that, he had even mocked his father who had joined the Church of Truth.
But...
Raymond glanced again at the wall covered with cracks and, for the first time, began to doubt his previous thoughts.
This was not something humanly possible.
A few Gold Coins had fallen into the wet mud in front of him; Raymond picked them up with trembling hands. They were heavy and felt like gold; yet he did not feel happy at all.
Marvin... no, the Priest, the Priest obviously noticed what he was thinking, but still gave him a few Gold Coins. Was it alms or was there a deeper meaning?
As he pondered, Raymond suddenly understood.
