Contract to Get Holy Place
"Well, you certainly seem to have found your niche here," Amelia chuckled. "And with your skills, I'm sure you'll be a valuable asset to Mr. Five's… holy endeavor."
"Indeed, Helping to establish a new god's place in the world? Now that's an adventure I can get behind," Linda replied, her voice laced with a hint of intrigue.
Their conversation flowed easily as they navigated the bustling marketplace. The air buzzed with activity as vendors hawked their wares – fresh produce, gleaming weapons, and trinkets that shimmered in the sunlight.
Alex, offered a polite smile and a nod to the curious onlookers.
Suddenly, Amelia stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on a weathered wooden sign hanging above a doorway.
"There it is," she announced, pointing towards the sign emblazoned with a single, worn inscription: "Village Elder."
A wave of nervous anticipation washed over Alex. This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for, or perhaps dreading.