Chapter 2 - Set, The City of Gods

Enimpi gives a little shrug. "That matches what I've been able to learn in my dealings with both groups. Oceanus' followers have been treated as second-class citizens since they've been here, although not legally since all religions are protected here. But you know how people can ostracize or come up with very convincing reasons to discriminate that are not able to be refuted in a legal setting. They've been saving up for a long time to finally buy a temple, hoping it will lend them legitimacy. I would guess someone doesn't want them to achieve that goal. I don't have any ideas of who or why, but it has to be someone with either power or influence. These decisions are made by the Council, so either a member is doing it for their own reasons or are being provided motivation, if you know what I mean. But maybe it's best to ask them yourselves?"

Enimpi nods. "Since they don't have a proper temple yet, and perhaps never with this current situation, most live in the Sprawl or New Paradise. But they usually congregate at Riptide Tavern after their workday is finished, or on the docks for worship every new moon. I can take you to the tavern tonight if you wish. Do you have a place to stay tonight?"

Enimpi nods her head. "Since it is still the early afternoon, most citizens will be working, but if it is your desire to wait there then I shall gladly guide you." She turns to the dwarf. "My services are yours until the sun fully sets. If you desire to wait in the tavern I won't complain. It will be good to rest my feet," she smiles.

Enimpi leads you back north a little ways into Red Roofs. The Riptide Tavern is slightly more upscale than the holes-in-the-wall taverns located directly in Seawatch. It has the distinctive red-tiled roofs of all other buildings in this district and is two stories high. The tavern sign is a rectangle bisected laterally with blue waves with a black skeleton swimming under them. Inside is a modest tavern with a central area containing a bar and two dozen tables, a hearth opposite the bar, and a small stage at the far end. There are only a handful of people currently, most eating a late lunch or having a drink and a rest. A slight of stairs on the left behind the bar leads to the second floor. A short bald human in a white apron and covered with tattoos nods at you as you enter. He gives a more formal bow to your guide. "Greetin's, unspoken. What can I do fer ya?" he says in a heavily accented voice.

Enimpi gives a small bow in return. "My clients would like somewhere to rest for a few hours until some of your regulars arrive."

The barkeep nods. "Go ahead and pick a table and I'll be by fer yer order."