Sun Mote Copse Sleeping well, no bad dreams

God-fearing. 

He had heard the term once, somewhere else, but it was spoken with derision, not hushed reverence. He did not know what to think of this; a God who must be appeased, who must be feared. Weren't deities supposed to be helpful? Was he missing something here? 

Probably, but he absorbed what information Ar-Khalba gave him. The thought of an eight-legged ram gave him a turn. He had seen many deformities in his life. From the "tame" ones — blind and no eyes, born without a tail, with a twisted leg — to the intriguingly absurd: two heads, five limbs, crushed into dwarfism. But eight? He was, of course, going under the assumption that this God was inspired by real life anomalies. Whatever thing that first Molech worshipper had seen, be it hallucination or lucky mutant, it had caught on. And now it was here. Vait...vhat is zhis Caanan?