The font glistened with an oily rainbow of colors, the fluid undulating by some unseen force.
“What could be swimming in that?” Rathgar asked.
“Who say’s anything is? It could be the… liquid itself.” Feris shrugged.
“If we’re going to rededicate this temple to the lords of light, we’ll need the font cleaned out. Any thoughts on how to do that?” Allianora asked.
*I’d really rather you didn’t* a voice said in their heads.
“Great, a talking puddle.” Nimble whined.
“At least it’s polite.” Feris smiled. “If more monsters talked to us... “
*I object to being referred to as a monster. However, I’m willing to overlook that if you’ll be willing to consider alternatives to ‘cleaning’ me out of my home."