The upper torso of a furious, bearded man arises from a storm-tossed ocean.
Let's not get carried away, shall we? Wood is fiber, but the wrong kind for your personal dietary needs.
You hug the icon fervently to your chest.
You reverently set the Drogor icon to your lips.
You study the image of the Drogor icon, trying to fathom its depths.
You gently rub the Drogor icon, enjoying the smoothly finished texture as you brush away all dust and grime.
As you raise the Drogor icon on high, it glows softly.