"I imagine that some feel abandoned by God," the cleric said, gesturing around them where the crowd had dispersed after services. "But the Lord has patience even when humanity loses their way. It simply takes time to find the right path again."
He was aware that there were lost souls in Cascade Locks, but all he could do was offer advice and counsel if he was sought out. Especially the whores in the Lawu tribe. They would be his toughest sell, provided that they would even come to him for help. They should, of course, but would they?