Dawn knew very well that even just saving his brother's life would cost all their savings.
It was money earned through bloodshed, saved from life-risking endeavors.
This was a small, even somewhat shabby temple. When Dawn walked out, he saw a simple statue of a young man with well-defined features, his expression stern, and his gaze calmly fixed forward, both hands resting on a forged steel longsword.
Vow-keeper.
A divine artifact unheard of in any legend, so much so that its existence was uncertain.
Instinctively, Dawn knelt on one knee to pay his respects to this unknown statue, as its Church and Priest saved their lives.
No doctrines, no holy texts, and no offering box.
