— What gods do you pray to?
— I pray to the Four Winds. And you?
— To Crom. But I seldom pray to him. He doesn't listen.
— What good is he then? It's just as I've always said.
— He's strong. If I die, I have to go before him and he will ask, what's the rule of steel? If I don't know it, he will cast me away. That's Crom, strong on his mountain.
— My god is greater.
— Crom laughs from his mountain at your Four Winds.
— My god is stronger. He is the everlasting sky. Crom lives underneath him.
