"You think they are?  Lemme tell you something about my people, 'kay?"<br/><br/>Callie leans forward in her seat.  "Halflings love Yondalla.  Big fancy goddess of order and goodness, everyone's happy."  She shrugs.  "It turns out, my people are the only race under the sun that thinks worshipping gods of good means you lie, cheat, and steal.  And it's 'cause of my godsdamned people that I can't go anywhere without people -- like, say,<em>you</em>-- hiding their purses and looking at me like I'm gonna steal the rug from under 'em."<br/><br/>She frowns.  "I grew up with it, and trust me, there's no rhyme or reason except they think the world owes 'em a living."  Her gaze flicks up to the monk.  "Sometimes judgment<em>needs</em>to be passed, because some things are<em>wrong</em>.  What's the point of learning if you won't use it to make decisions?"