[A Priest] Preach

It does not matter what you believe. And the words come back to you so easily, pushed away but never forgotten. {if A Heretic = 1} The Crew need not understand your reasoning, and you keep the breaks from dogma subtle. But they do understand fear. You only change a few sentences, calling on truer Saints and skewed divinity. Horrors do await them, be they annihilation – or flesh and salt. {elseif The Almost Bishop of Anceleisle = 1} The phrases feel rote and false, rehearsed and devoid of meaning. But they listen. The Crew does not understand theology, but they do understand fear. You quote some well-known verses: The Laments of Annihilation and the Fates of the Faithless. It does not matter what you believe, for they believe every word and fear the Feyish Foe.{else} You are a liar and a fraud. But your Crew is eager to fear, and they even believe your sudden claims of priesthood (for how are they supposed to know about your past if you keep it hidden from all records?). You quote the Laments of Annihilation, the one applicable verse you remember. It does not matter what you believe, for they believe every word and they fear the Feyish Foe. {endif}

Silence lingers after you have finished your speech, the Crew returning to their work with their eyes downcast. You later spot some in prayer thanking Myra, patron Saint of Mariners, for her protection against the Fey and the depths.

They work hard and drink less, obedient and fearful.