Rowan walked lightly beside me, absently fussing with straps on the bag that contained the spirit prisons.
I was apprehensive about bringing it along, but if the shrine did contain a book, I wanted to be able to block it as quickly as possible.
"So, let me get this straight, sir," Rowan said after a few minutes. "These books-"
"And bottles." I interrupted.
"And bottles," he amended, "kill spirits? I thought that was impossible."
I shook my head. "I don't think they kill them, Rowan. I think they stifle them. You'll see for yourself when we get there."
"How did you find out about this shrine anyway?"
I looked at my friend for a second. "What if I told you that it's a mission from god?"
"I'd have your head examined sir."
"Then I'll have to keep you in the dark about the whole thing."
"As you say sir."
We walked in a companionable silence until the shrine came into view.
