Peaking into the dusty, gloomy room is Tsadi. He’s nervous. But also bringing with him a sense of intrigue. “Hello?” His voice echoes slightly in the dark space. Hearing no reply he slowly approaches the altar. “Um… how should I…? Ahem— I’ll just go through the regular motions I’m familiar with.” Looking around, he finds some matches nearby. Taking them he lights the cold candles upon the ebony of the altar. Bring some meagre light to the room.
“Hmm… I don’t see any offering bowls. What would I even offer? Some little animal? Suppose blood might work.” Brushing it off and returns where he was previously. Kneeling down on his knees; breathing deep, calming breaths. “Here goes nothing…” Taking a sharp, stylised dagger from a space on the altar, he cuts his hand. Ritualistically smearing his blood across a spot on the table before him.
“Ahem— hear my voice, powers of the unknown. I’ve never committed to a ritual such as this, so forgive any ignorance on my part. I come to ask for power. More specifically, immorality. Come forth, beings whose names I do not yet know. I wish to bargain.” He winced quietly after moving his hand in a way that irritated his cut. While he waits, he pulls some extra dried kelp from his bag and binds the wound to at least keep it clean. Or from making a mess.
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