amun
Amun had clearly gotten the short end of the bargain with the merchant who’d mysteriously visited the Hollowed Grounds. However, the potter’s steps and heart were still light. Because an idea had occurred to him: while the glasses themselves were downright useless, he had a hope and a faith that their components could be made into something better.
So he strolled through the tunnels of the Underground, the path to the hidden shrine now well familiar to him. When he arrived, he strode up to it, and draped the glasses over the hands of the praying woman, before kneeling. "I bring these to The Voice, in the hopes that she can make something great of them, as she promised to make something great of me." There was a great deal of reverence and awe and belief in the power of his goddess in his voice.
So he strolled through the tunnels of the Underground, the path to the hidden shrine now well familiar to him. When he arrived, he strode up to it, and draped the glasses over the hands of the praying woman, before kneeling. "I bring these to The Voice, in the hopes that she can make something great of them, as she promised to make something great of me." There was a great deal of reverence and awe and belief in the power of his goddess in his voice.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
