The resteraunt attendant nodded at the names, making the silver disapear into the tip-pouch.  "As it happens I do know those names.  Imaculates, they preach against Ahlat all the time, but whenever any other god takes a personal intrest in our lives, they put him down.  They expect us to reverence heaven, and the dragons, and the empire, and give freely of our offerings for no return."  He shook his head.<br/><br/>"I've heard those names, but they won't dign to leave the Garison and walk among us with their mortal monks, no, not their exaltednesses.  The Abot, he constantly floods the streets wtih posters telling us that we do wrong to pray to Ahlat save on one apointed holiday, when who but Ahlat will do anything for us?  Every day, he comes to the white pulpit and in the cozy white temple inside the garison and preaches that, so I hear.  I went to see the Abot speak once, his passion almost swayed me, but three shrines to our ancestral gods have been raided in the night in the last year, and what has the Abot done to stop it?  Or his mighty monks?  Nothing!"