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Religious rituals and prayers were quite common within Goliath society, usually performed by the tribe’s shaman -or [i]Skywatcher[/i]- on the eve of a hunt or long travel. Being prayed over, for better or for worse, was typical, the gods -as fickle as they were- would either see you succeed or fail, in hopes that you would learn and grow. However, what was transpiring within the confines of the prison block felt foreign to Vah’lux, and the litany -while in the common tongue- confounding and unsettling even while listening to the response from the human prisoner known as “Renault”. It seemed the weight of his words carried with them much guilt and remorse, as though the priest had a personal effect on him. 

The other, “Quentin”, however seemed much more resistant and offended by their very presence, a sentiment Vah’lux could almost relate to, especially being in a foreign land. The Goliath knew nothing about their god, nor did she truly care to, for fear of mincing loyalties to the wrong deity and angering the creator and protector of her people. Kavaki had always been, and always will be, a fair and justice god, and no manner of human influence would change that.

As moments passed, the men turned around, and made their way over to the cell holding Gorosk, and for the first time, the Goliath caught a glimpse what could be considered their judge, jury, and executioner.