The chest gleamed under the golden candlelight, its contents more radiant than the silks and incense that surrounded it. Silverii and gold coins were stacked in it, with of course the gold coins being the one at the top for , awe-effect.
Aron watched as the High Priest's thick fingers twitched, his breath hitching ever so slightly at the sight of so much wealth laid before him. The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable—hunger, barely concealed beneath a mask of solemnity.
Aron had seen that look before, on merchants counting their profits. But never had it been more apparent than now in the supposed holy man who sat draped in the finery of the gods.
Maybe it should be worrying that our highest religious authority is a fat, greedy man ,Aron thought as he resolved to perhaps say a prayer about it one of those evenings when he had nothing to do.
For now however such situation adressed his prince's needs perfectly.
