I managed to translate part of the legend of the priest of the God of the Dead. It would be good to learn how it continues.
Leaving the priest's story unfinished feels just as wrong as leaving a bottle of rum half empty. I'll try to hunt down the rest of the legend.
As soon as I finished reading the legend, I was ambushed by a decidedly unfriendly crocodile eager to take a bite out of me.
The priest's legend, set down on those altars, is yet another reminder that some things are forbidden for a reason.