Hallucination Caves Altar

Daemon ghosted through the mushroom-lit cavern in his odd, jerky sort of way, in fits and starts as he paused to observe before slinking forward. In his mouth he held a wrapped cloth that dangled some small burden down beneath his jaw. When he came upon the altar, he froze as though a statue himself, staring like he was looking past it but missing nothing. With a jerk he began to move again, to slink his way up to it and drop the bundle before the statue where other offerings had been made. The cloth opened of its own accord, but he poked at it to push the sides off and reveal the contents. The variety of psilocybin mushrooms that tumbled out had seemed a reasonable offer to a god or spirit that would choose to place its representative statue within a network of caverns lit by hallucinogenic mushrooms of its own, but he had offered a wide variety of types different than what was found here rather than simply taking some off the walls. That would be rude and tightfisted of him. Cocking his head to the side, lizardlike, he eyed the statue before scuttling back out.