Stavanger Bay Morgenstern Balding

"Well, that's the beauty of an uptight god - isn't it? You do not have to think, you have to obey," Dwin pointed out the core reason, why any god would give up on her as a loyal follower. She had too many questions and gods usually did not like to be challenged and proven to be either wrong or not knowledgable enough. "Sometimes not having to think is easy, but then one day you might end up realizing that you are in a ton of trouble just because you decided not to think much," she mused. It could also be so that the most fervent followers went to their graves never realizing that their god might have been - in fact - a criminal. Being a deity and a bad guy did not exclude one another. 

"Well, in your case... maybe with people like me and you... we do not need gods. Though I would like to believe that occasionally things happen at the right time and place and just the way they should be," she finished. "Oh!" her face lit up, as she remembered something, she grinned. "Want to hear an old wisdom clad in somewhat... somewhat unpoetic truth?" she asked.