Stray slipped into the temple, making his way directly over to the table of offerings and placed a small smoothed stone near the center. There was nothing outwardly special about the stone. It was plain and gray, round and smoothed from many years of handling. The stone was all that remained of a soul recently ferried to it's resting place by Stray himself. A young fae, a few winters shy of her adult years, taken too soon by the actions of another.