The next day was far more successful. He realized he could gather information by merely acting as a cat, walking around and taking in the sights while listening in on people's conversations.

While doing so, he first heard people speak of going to the temple to worship the patron god of Calsarnan, and followed them. He could not follow them in without being seen, but by lingering under the windows and by the steps, he learned many things.

Firstly, this large and frantically busy town was the capital. The temple here was dedicated to the god who had given Calsar his mandate to rule, the lord of storms. It had many priests scurrying about, clad in their dark uniform. Even seeing it made Sif feel flame tickle his paws; he minutely thought of how he could curse each and every one of them.

They gave blessings, empty words which did not produce the same effect as Sif's blessings had done in the past, and sold tokens with the storm god's likeness. Creeping under the back windows, Sif could hear them debating sermons, and another teaching a class.

" To cleanse cursed water, one must call upon the lady Muír..." A voice droned on.

Sif decided he would be very interested to hear their theological lectures, as he had never had any instruction on godlihood and, as a result, fucked it up badly. It would be good for him to know their tactics for dealing with spirits, so that he would be able to turn their own ways against them if need be.

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