The attendant standing by the massive offering table looked down at the two carcasses Kyle and Silvy had brought, his face devoid of any sign of approval.
He inspected the kills with a sour frown, lifting one limp paw with two fingers and wrinkling his nose.
"This is… acceptable. The goddess accepts offerings of this quality from commoners. You may proceed into the inner city."
He finally said, voice dripping with disdain.
Without waiting for a response, he gestured sharply toward the arched gates behind him. Kyle gave a polite nod and walked forward, Silvy at his side. Her lips twitched, clearly irritated.
"He made that sound like we brought scraps."
She muttered.
"He was hoping we'd fail. We didn't"
Kyle replied.
As they entered the inner city, the world changed. Everything was cleaner, brighter, almost too perfect.
