Catt tucked the book into her pack. She had come here simply because the flier advertising the Polypantheonic Temple seemed like a fun and interesting scam, and she had been curious what sort of grifter was behind it. Now that she had met him, Catt liked the sincere little lizard-man who called himself a High Priest. She wasn't so sure anymore that this "Temple" was a grift.

"Thank you," she said. "I suppose you have to get ready for that festival now?"

"Yes," agreed Lemmy. "I must find my go...