Frida pointed at the orders of the various gods standing in front of them.
The Order in dark brown workers' clothes.
"The Order of Pester, the God of Mining."
The Order in orange and steel-colored clothes.
"The Order of Friebel, the Goddess of Smithing."
The Order wearing yellow robes.
"The Order of Tjusko, the God of Yellow Flowers."
"Yellow flowers? Does that mean there are gods of other flowers?"
"Yes, there's a Goddess of Flowers."
Lastly, Frida's hand landed on a group of people draped in robes, both dark and light blue.
"The Order of Ulra, the God of Rainfall. And if I'm not mistaken, that's the Priest of Dark Rain, Laro."
"Wait, the God of Rainfall. That's the guy you mentioned back then? What are the odds?"
"Well, we are neighbors, so…"
"Ah. He's probably the reason they're all gathered here, then?" Zach asked, shooting Frida a glance.
