Descensum Altar

Cain was drawn to the altars. He knew what he needed to do, he knew he needed to offer them something. A gift. He could bring a gift. A gift, an offering, to gods that he could only hope were benevolent. They needed to be, at least in his mind. Carefully, he moved over the ground with sure steps. Amber eyes glimmering in the low light of the afternoon, his gaze was fixed on the statue itself. Full confidence, that’s what the man needed. Haunted as he was, but that was something else. Can’t think about the haunting, only the gods. Only the gods he’d honor now.

On his walk, in his travels, Cain had managed to collect some mushrooms. They were the recreational variety, naturally, and that seemed like a good offering to leave for the god within the cave. Carefully dried and preserved, they should keep until the user wanted to take them. Cain’s gaze shifted to a bit of nervousness as he set the mushrooms down on the altar and bowed his head low, before returning the way he came.