“Good morning, sergeant,” Radan greets you cheerfully as he takes a seat beside you. “I pray that the light of Ruptga shone on you as you slept.”

“Keep that nonsense to yourself.” These words come from Janos, your other underling, who looks almost as Imperial as his name sounds, with his hooked nose and amber skin. He has his unfortunate heritage to thank for that. He seats himself on the other side of the table, with his own bowl full of soup. “How many times do I have to remind you, that we worship the Divines in this city? Thank Stendarr, or Akatosh, or whoever else, for watching over you while you were sleeping instead.”

>Don't get involved. You would rather finish your breakfast than waste your breath on yet another squabble between your patrolmen. It's not the first, it won't be the last.
>Demand respect from Janos. You are his superior, which gives you the rare opportunity to reprimand a Forebear for daring to insult your faith and traditions.
>Order Radan to follow the ways of the Forebears. This is their city and as long as he is here, he must live according to Imperial doctrine, as you have had to.
>Rebuke Radan for his lip service. He is a Lhotunic – he doesn't actually follow the old gods or the old ways. You won't suffer him taking Tall Papa's name in vain.