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Chapter #6
But Is It Art?
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"...A man, not too long ago, brought in this small statue."
Marcus reached down behind the counter, withdrawing the item in question. "Exquisite work... If you disregard the subject matter."
Jane found that hard to do. The miniature sculpture was of the Sitharli, or so Jane assumed. Carved from white marble, it matched the mysterious descriptions given to him in myth and legend, though his face remained cloaked in shadow. The little Lipomancer held a plump female human in his grasp from behind, one hand placed on her burgeoning belly and one hand on a hefty looking stone breast. What appeared to be a long, tentacle-like tongue protruded from the figure's hood, snaking into the woman's mouth. Jane wasn't sure, but the expression on his victim seemed to be more of ecstasy than agony.
A shiver went down Jane's spine. "Revolting."
Marcus nodded. "Mm. Looks like some kind of votive idol to me. Y'know some folks, secretly, worship this guy. Form cults dedicated to him, clandestine rituals, all that stuff. Personally, that seems like a bit of inflation... But maybe, there's a point where a man can gets so powerful that he might as well be called a god."
The rogue just rolled her eyes. "Some idiots will worship anything. I once had to infiltrate a cult that worshiped a potato. Not even a potato that looked like anything, just a potato. I'm not impressed." Marcus shrugged. "Believe what you want. I, personally, only believe in one thing..." The aged lupine rubbed a piece of gold meaningfully in his hand. "Man that sold this to me was some kind of wandering sellsword. Said he'd gotten it from the Lipomancer's lair, that he didn't want to look at it anymore. Apparently brought up bad memories for him. He left town this morning, heading south. You can probably catch him, if you hurry. As for the statue... This'll be more than enough to pay for the nasty little thing, and that juicy bit of information." Marcus chuckled as he brought the bag down behind his counter. "Anything else, lassie?"
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