This was different!
This was different!
This wasn't the high priest's plan!
Toran swayed on his feet. Watching members of the faith and believers disappear one after another, he forced himself not to show anything unusual.
Toran knew perfectly well that the slightest wrong expression would doom him to death.
As a believer in the "God of the Inner River," he did not fear death.
He only feared dying for nothing.
He had to return and tell the high priest everything that had happened here.
He did not know why the thirteen carefully arranged ships had been swallowed by the river, nor why that "Medium" from South Los had deployed so many people as though he could foresee the future.
But he knew the high priest would have the answers.
The priest of the "God of the Inner River" walked toward a snack stall off to one side without betraying anything.
A vendor there had set up shop to earn some extra money from the festivities.
And that was his best cover.
"Give me a cup of orange juice."
Toran called out to the vendor while he was still some distance away.
"Certainly, sir!"
The busy vendor called back instinctively.
After all, Toran was far from the only thirsty person.
By the time Toran approached, a wooden cup stood ready, half full of orange juice.
"2 Los!
And a 1 Sol deposit for the cup!"
The vendor handed over the orange juice as he spoke.
"What?"
Toran froze.
He remembered orange juice at the snack stalls in the Shire District costing only 1 Los, didn't it?
And what was this deposit?
Why was it so much more expensive?
Toran's hesitation immediately displeased the stall owner.
"Do you want it or not? Put it down if you don't!"
The stall owner