[Fog, Elias, Mana. Previously four gods, two remain. One a stand-in. Hythlodaeus sorts Beat's ramblings as they fall from his mouth. It's just verbal paperwork, and if he had any talent at all, it was sorting paperwork.]

Please, take your time. Perhaps we could go somewhere more conducive to conversation, if that would suit you better?

[Not that blaring car horns and shambling, dirt-caked people weren't charming in themselves. He could do without the stares, however.]

I would be eager to hear more of your gods, if you'd be so kind as to indulge me?