If I’d been given the choice of questing companions, my uncle wouldn’t be anywhere near my list, but destiny foretold blahblahblah. He had to be the one who turned the wheel as I gave the gold coin offering to the gods, apparently.
After several long fights that I nearly died in making sure he didn’t, we finally got to the hidden alter. I asked him for the coin.
He patted his pockets, then reached behind my ear and pulled the coin out.
“Really? You’re gonna do that lame trick, NOW?”
“No, it really was in your hair there…”