When I came to this well as a refugee I took on this wheel faith of most with the death of my gods. Everyone assured me that "The Warrior" was no weak halfling who can't swing a sword. I have heard Dante and my Condoiterro tell me that all of the Sages of Il Modo were of the race of men once. I talk to more people I am coming to discover that this god The Warrior was some kind of damned Giant god who our midget overlords have usurped and began to worship as their protector. I refuse to continue my prayers to the god of my alcoholic midget Recluta. I have avenged the death of a priest of the warrior with zero thanks in the form of gold from any other followers of that god.
I wish to make a pilgrimage to Il Modo. I intend see a holy place known as the Divine Dome of MAN. I refuse to continue to dedicate my soul to that which is inhuman that which is unpure. I beseech that you aid me in arranging a trip to Il Modo.
-Balestiere Luther Donisthrope
This letter is received by a confused priestess.