The Erastilians have secured for themselves a former temple of Asmodeus a short walk from the convention hall. There are plenty of foreign ones filling it out as a stopgap measure but this one looks local and appears to be a delegate.

"Hello!" she says. "I'm a cleric of Cayden Cailean! But I don't have a holy symbol yet."

"...the drunk?"

"I'm told he also handles freedom from slavery!"

"News to me. Guess it's a better use of time than getting drunk, not that it's saying much."

"See, I'm not actually sure why freedom from slavery is good-- or why being drunk is, for that matter-- so I'm looking for information about it. And also about what I'm supposed to be doing as a cleric."

"Well, if you let on you are one sooner or later someone will ask you for your advice, and I guess if they pick you they want advice about freedom from slavery or getting drunk, so maybe brush up on those. I don't have too terribly strong an opinion on slavery except that every slave takes up space that could've belonged to a real neighbor with a little extra room at the dinner table when you're in trouble, instead of livestock you can't even eat in a bad winter. Drunkenness is a bad use of grain or grapes or whatever you're using beyond what you've got to do to make the water safe if you're too far from the nearest cleric, and it makes folks bad spouses and bad parents, so I'd say overall I'm more in favor of freedom from slavery than drunkenness. But that'd be if someone came to me for my advice, and not to you for yours."

It had not occurred to Tetula that "advice" might be part of this gig-- she didn't know why, Asmodean clerics gave advice, it just didn't really seem like her dream-lover's kind of thing-- and she wasn't sure she had any advice that applied to people who weren't the luckiest girl in the world. 

"Do different good clerics say different things, then?"

"Sure they do. If nothing else there's Lawful ones and Chaotic ones, and the ones in the middle also."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. I knew they got along better than Asmodeus and Zon-Kuthon but I didn't know if it was like how if you talk to a cleric of Dispater they'll preach out of the Disciplines of Asmodeus same as everyone else."

"Somewhere between the two. So far I haven't seen any of the other Erastilians meet somebody and say 'this is the wrong church for you, go to the Sarenrites', but it wouldn't seem out of the question, I think. Different enough that somebody might be at home with one over another, but the same that you'd hear it from whichever one you were talking to."

"I'm sorry if this is the sort of question I'm supposed to go to the Sarenrites with but how do you... be... good."

"I don't know if I am good! Could be Lawful Neutral. You could probably be Chaotic Neutral, I suppose."

"I'm pretty sure I'm Chaotic Neutral. I haven't done anything except go to school and do a Worldwound tour."

"And I just farm. Is there much you particularly aspire to about being Good?"

Tetula would say "well, I like my god as a person" but she doesn't really want to tell strangers about her weird dreams.

She tries, "I guess I want to do a good job representing my god, and there are only two Caydenites in the city and one of them isn't very coherent and the other one is too busy to talk to me, so I figure if I understand what good is probably I can be good and then I'll do a good job as a cleric? Unless there's something else you're supposed to do to do a good job as a cleric."

"Cast spells, so you'll need a holy symbol, for that."

"I commissioned one! It's coming!"

"Then I hope it makes its way to you quick. Has he got a book? If you did enough school I imagine you read."

"He has... a collection of approved signs you can put on the wall of your tavern. Apparently. The tavernkeeper heard about this from a sailor, and wanted me to tell him some signs he could put up on his wall to show that he was a good Caydenite, and I told him I had just become a cleric this morning and didn't know anything about any signs, and he didn't seem to think this was a good argument so I told him to put up HANGOVERS ARE UNPLEASANT because that seemed like generally reasonable advice."

"Ha, I wonder if he'll do it. There's some monastics, lately of Irori, putting together something of a religious library. One of their student's been dropping by every day to read me a bit of Erastil's book, very kindly of her; if yours has a book the abbess'll at least know it exists. If you swing by in a couple of bells you can catch her going home and walk with her."

"I should go check it out! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. You seem a nice enough girl and I hope you and whatever it is the Drunk preaches come to a happy agreement."

Tetula waits around awkwardly for the child to take her to the monastery.

Does anyone here need... help, or something? She's pretty sure good clerics are supposed to help people. 

Everyone seems too busy to interrupt at tasks that require a holy symbol, any knowledge of your god's teachings or failing that Chaotic Good, or both.

She takes out the political pamphlets from her bag and attempts to become an Informed Citizen.