Misha saw the gods come in and ducked behind the altar. A meaningless endeavor. If they wanted to they could see him anyways.
Here was to hoping they didn't care to notice.
On the altar were more goblets and a few bottles. Misha witnessed Ulykke drink from the liquid. [i]A gift between gods...[/i]
Misha grabbed a bottle and hid it in his woolen jacket. Silently he started to make his way for the side of the room, planning a wide arc around the deities.
His heart pounded in his chest, but he was not afraid.