From what Keranos can tell, Barrow is displaying, if anything, an unusual candor and absence of snark. “The stories about Keranos depend largely on who be tellin’ the tale, but the jist of it be the same most everywhere," he says. "Keranos th’storm god, usurped by Talos, imprisoned by a host of his fellow Oneiroi. Now whether it be a story of treachery and betrayal, or one of risin’ up against a tyrant, that depends on who’s god ye call yer own. T’be honest, lad, most folk who know of Keranos think of it as th’latter. Ye haven’t been far enough past Remdormo to know it yet, but Talos has quite th’followin’ out east and up north, as far as Oneiroi worship goes. Me? I don’t put much stock in it, what history bein’ written by th’victors and all. But ye best be careful.”
Barrow reaches into the neck of his tunic. “I’ve got somethin’ for ye,” he says, pulling out a small sack tied around his neck by a length of twine. All along the length of the string are the symbols and signs of dozens of gods and religions. “I’m somethin’ of a collector of faiths, ye might say,” the dwarf says as he opens the sack and spills the contents into his meaty palm.
The sack is full of glass beads of various sizes. They catch the firelight and the night sky in such a way that they seem to glow with an inner light in his hand as he pokes through them with his finger, looking for something. “Don’t follow any of them meself, but I also don’t see th’point in gettin’ down on Oneiroi folk and callin’ them things like ‘moonie loonies.’ Why, ‘cause yer religion’s smaller than others? They all got to start somewhere, don’t they? Ah, here we have it.”
Plucking one of the beads from his hand, he holds it before Keranos between his thumb and forefinger. The inclusions and whorls of glass within bears an uncanny resemblance to appearance of the moon that bears Keranos’s name--Indeed, from what Keranos can see, each of the beads looks to be a representation of one of the satellites of Nyx.
Barrow threads a bit of string through its center, ties it off into a simple necklace, then holds it before Keranos in offering. “I figure if ye are who ye say ye are, this rightly belongs t’ye. And if yer not, well…” he jangles his necklace as he pours the other marbles into the sack. “...I figure I be covered either way.”
((If Keranos should so choose, he can use this as though it were a Holy Symbol. The necklace is small enough that it wouldn’t count as taking up the associated slot.))
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