Years ago, while crossing the Plains of Radiation, Lohbado paused to watch a lost wanderer place an eroded brick on a flat stone then pray to Oogah Oorsis and Osiris. Lohbado moved out of hearing distance, as the moment seemed too personal or intimate. The wanderer, a small thin man with a worn at the elbows sheep skin coat poured wine on the brick then leaned back against a huge boulder, which provided shelterer from the gale and contemplated the scene. Lohbado didn't stand too long in the wind. He headed for a ravine.