We be Fools

Keep your own faith and keep away so-called faithkeepers. If dressed in yellow, kill them on sight. Godwin has been vociferous on this matter. Most of the other Ancestors hold a different view. I have taken both under advisement. Volodomyr is a priest. Despite appearances to the contrary. Warding him off would be deleterious. I think.
 
On the other hand, we have that blasted clergyman of Kaelus. He cajoled us into what seemed like a light-hearted evening of drinking, emblematic of the god he supposedly serves. But no. We had drinks aplenty, but that little cretin and his oh-so holy Rite consisted of him asking deeply personal questions and if the answer was less than satisfactory to whatever being was spiking our drinks then we received A FEELING that clearly signalled discontent on behalf of Kaelus. Kaelus stands for freedom, and I quite freely think that his priests are a cabal of dung-eating afternoon farmers if last evening was indicative of their services. Exploitative creep in a robe.
 
We were not forced to partake. We chose to. I chose to. I put my trust in a holy man. He should have been kept far away. I should have been loud about it.
 
If we do not disavow the dragon soon, we will be guilty of the very same. Bide, pretend, whatever. I will make restitution for the humiliation I endured, etiamsi dis aliter visum.
 
Also, that tree creature weirds me out. No bark, just spouts dreamy statements of joyousness and happiness and friendliness and other goodliness. To each their own.