The Shrine of Sretniy, the mischievous weasel god and patron of explorers, detectives, thieves and jokesters, contains a steel statue of the cheerful mustelids deity. It is unusually cute for a serious religious idol. The room is densely filled with offerings of both precious jewelry and shiny but non-expensive objects.
Shrine of Sretniy, Inside Temple
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I officiate over weddings.  I dislike the dark arts.  I perform exorcisms.
Welcome to the Shrine of Sretniy, the Weasel God!  Any who wish to lie about their accomplishments are asked to approach the alter, and begin. Oh, I wish to be free of this kingdom. I despise the Queen, and I fear my husband is replacing his faith with his duty! So, you wish to be enslaved by the Kingdom, love the Queen, and look forward to seeing your husband who is the most faithful man in the land?  What other lies do you bring before the Weasel God? You, Father, are rude! I thought this was confession?  No my son, this is the throne of lies! What?! How dare you say? The Weasel God accepts no truth, only a lie of the heart will free you from your miserable existence. You are asking me to lie?! Not asking, expecting!  Do you dare defy the will of the Sacred Weasel? Idolatry! You are committing idolatry! I mean . . . you are in the temple of the Weasel God.  A temple filled with images of his weaselly face, stained glass depicting the omnipotent weasel . . . I must ask, have you escaped from the asylum? NO! I am a member of the royal court!