"Cast your eyes away from your altars! Offer not your tributes and sacrifices any longer! The gods have abandoned you!!"
The marketplace was buzzing with activity and chatter, but one shrill voice seemed to pierce through the crowds. Nyra, who'd been weaving his way through the square, stopped and looked over to where the outcries were coming from.
"They have abandoned you! They have abandoned me! All of us!!" He continued, his audience growing one by one, and with this his voice seemed to grow louder, harsher.
"Let us not forget the fall of Krisos! The holy city!"
Despite the swealtering heat, Nyra felt like he'd been submerged in ice. Around him there were murmurs of discussion, and finally someone cried back in agreement.
"Reduced to ash and bone... Listen to me, my brothers and sisters!!... The age of gods is ending!"
More voices called out, and by this time guards were pushing their way through to reach the platform this crier preached from. One shoved past Nyra, jostling him from his own thoughts.
He didn't stick around to watch the shouting man be apprehended, and his voice was eventually drowned out by the market's ambience... but Nyra was still left with a feeling of unease.