The liquid in the oak cup rippled slightly, reflecting the resplendent, gold-and-jade dome of the royal temple Hall and the faint golden lights wandering between the pillars and murals. Gawain held the oak cup in his hands, a faint, indiscernible smile on his face, and a few seconds later the "God" sitting opposite him likewise smiled.
"Splendid," He said with a smile. "You scared me."
"Because you scared me too," Gawain said calmly. "Especially after seeing the 'truth' above Talronde."
