"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"Did one of the telescopes really need Mending? Why didn't a cleric of Desna handle it if it's her observatory?"
"Oh, most of them are in various states of disrepair. Desna doesn't so much have an organized church."
"I think building one is more of a chaotic good thing to do than maintaining one. So they're mostly abandoned. It's a bit silly, but - anyone can go find one and learn how to fix it up, there's something neat about that."
"I guess. Wouldn't be that much outlay of resources to have people visit them occasionally and mend them but maybe that's happening organically via folks like yourselves."
"Depends where they are, but for some of them, yeah." And they land. The observatory has a powerful telescope staring at the sky and some heavy chests full of log books and not much else.
Belmarniss peeks at the telescope. "This is probably more useful at night."
"I don't... actually like her exactly, but the thing about her that I like is that unlke any other god that comes to mind even her own clerics will acknowledge that some things she has done were fuckups. No god is adequate and Desna's not pretending to be."
"It's just embarrassing to worship a drunk dude who stepped on the Starstone."
"Oh, accidentally releasing a plague god into the world, nearly starting a planar war... Like, most gods either they're horrifying or my attitude toward them is 'have you considered doing more things ever' but I feel like it's fairly reasonable for Desna to not be seriously considering doing more things ever."
"Both! More the latter but he really needs to stop having a copy of my fucking diary! I wrote him a stern letter about that."
"If no one in fact ever reads it, that's, like, better than the alternative, but as far as I know there is not any system in place to prevent it, and if there actually is one, it should be better advertised and the people giving the classes holding this up as an example of Abadar's alignment with mortal values should not look confused at me when I cite the mortal value of privacy."