"Forgive my boldness, but why worship you rather than another god?"

Good, got him. Ideally he feels clever about insinuating that he's entertaining pitches from all sorts of patron gods, even though Kanako just planted that herself.

"I am the god of the mountain forge. I am the god of progress and technology."

This is a good time for a light show... since she's already a little bit in this guy's mind, an industrial revolution collage wouldn't go amiss. Not a shiny one as is typical for this sort of pitch, but a real grimy one from the early coal-powered days, she thinks that'll go over better here specifically. Though in case he's looking with his eyes, some floodlights are nice too.

"I will bring you enduring wonders. I will show you this city darkened not by shadow but choked in the smoke of mighty factories. I will build the new Azlant here, and make Nidal the envy of the world."

He doesn't recognize all this Victorian England smog (artist's renderings) he's being shown, but it's impressive. This could be the future of Nidal, he thinks for a moment.

Or rather, it's big if true.

"Lady Kanako, is this your domain?"

Nothing that could reasonably be called her domain is a smog-ridden hellhole, but it seems like she guessed right about the Nidalese aesthetic.

"What I have shown you is just the beginning of industry; what my partnership can accomplish within a year," she evades. "My domains are grander still."

Some imagery of acceptably Brutalist industrial parks; she has a thriving cult in this place, it counts enough as a domain. Not really Nidal's aesthetic, but she can keep it as grimy as possible. It doesn't have to be perfect, just imposing. Skyscrapers too, a little vertigo helps.

"Your partnership?" he asks.

"My partner Moriya, a curse god, provides heavy miracle work; I handle detail work and client development. We share faith; we share a priesthood."

Of one, but that's plenty, especially when she's a demigod who performs some of the miracle work as well. Last she heard from Suwako, who's been puzzling out the local metaphysics, Pharasma had "thrown an incomprehensible shitfit" at the concept of two gods with different alignments sharing a cleric, but they don't even know how to do that yet so it's not a pressing issue.

This guy probably expects divine magic from her, and she's going to have to grant some of her own style of miracle instead, which is the trickiest part of this sales pitch. Worst case, though, she can refine the pitch for whoever has the second nicest office in Pangolais.

(On a separate channel:)

Hey, do you know what Earthfall is? And can we give a guy some miracles in a bit? I think I can close it if we do.

No idea what Earthfall is. We're good on miracles, and I might have an angle on how to smuggle some faith. I'll tell you later.

Calistria, what's Earthfall?

[incomprehensible divine buzzing]

Someone threw a rock at the planet a while back. Uh, a cursed rock. I can't tell if there's any relevant details, I'm not getting good enough resolution on how these gods communicate yet. Probably just your ordinary cursed-meteor myth, you know how it is. Why, need a meteor?

Not today, thanks.

What miracles do you even give someone in a torture cult.

You probably shouldn't be this confused about a god's theology when that god is talking to you, but she's really being vague.

"I was a seventh-circle priest of Zon-Kuthon," he lies (he really wants Maddening Oubliette!)

(Divine tight-band:)

help what's a "seventh circle"

Leaving out the absolutely fascinating technical details because I know you're working, it's the seventh out of nine tiers of miraculous power gods grant their followers! Seventh from the bottom, it's a high one. Calistria says that guy's lying and only had the fifth, not sure how she can tell... I think she's mad at their old god over something. The real higher-ups are all really deep in hiding, I guess... so, some mishaguji then? Everyone loves mishaguji.

Can you make them dark and shadowy and stuff like that? They have this aesthetic sense down here... black smoke would be great.

"That sounds a couple circles high to me," she says indulgently, "but I don't put numbers on miracles like that, myself. It's my view that you would make a more credible representative of my interests with command of some powerful serpents of shadow and curses; I have a mind to grant you this boon, conditional on beginning to spread my faith in this city... as I have many other domains to attend to, you'd have to take some initiative, of course."