"Colors're pretty easy if you've got the right dyes. Designs you want to have the right mold for, you can't just do any design you like and expect it turn out right. But I could teach a class."

"I think that would be a strong start. I don't think you'll get all the way you need to, that way, but - I'd like to get to know you better and maybe then it'll be easier to think of something. And teaching is Good, and beautiful things are too. You can go organize a class with the lay priest over there."

Sure, she can go talk to the lay priest about that.

That was a tough one! Why was that harder than the guy who had to go turn himself in for participating in a murder! You learn something new every day, she guesses.

The next person to arrive is a boy of about thirteen, who shows up slightly out of breath. "Excuse me, Miss Songbird? Are you the right person to report blasphemy against Shelyn to?"

"Oh my goodness! It must be really something to send you here in such a rush, what have you heard?"

"You know the new mural on — I'm not sure what it's called now. The one with the dolphin and the deer?"

"I don't, but go on?"

"Jaïr and Siveri and another boy whose name I don't know were painting nasty words over it!!"

"Oh, well, that's very rude of them! I'll ask Songbird Gabriel to go put the mural right when he has a spare hour."

"...but are you the right person to report them to? Or is there someone else?"

"If you knew who'd painted it in the first place that might have been better, since they'd know more than Songbird Gabriel about what it was supposed to look like to begin with, but this was fine. - they're not in trouble, vandalizing a mural isn't illegal right now, it's just rude."

"—but it's disrespectful to Shelyn. People aren't supposed to disrespect the gods. ...The Good gods."

"It's rude! If they came in here and started doing it to the paintings on our walls I'd throw them out! I certainly hope they learn better. But we're not going to punish them."

"...why not?"

"We're not Asmodeans. We don't like punishing people."

"Oh. ...I thought all the gods wanted to punish people who disrespected them. They're gods."

"The good ones are Good. That's more important than being respected, especially if they'd have to get the respect by being scary and mean."

"...okay." Now he looks a little nervous that he's going to be in trouble.

"Thank you for telling me, though, it's good to know so that someone can go fix the painting."

"You're welcome, miss."

He's going to try to leave now.

He's free to go!