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They say if you go down to Tumble Town, you'll meet a god.
He's a nice fella, Jimmy. A bit odd, sure, 'cuz what's a fish doing in the mesa? (Don't call him that. He's a siren.) An' his clothes are weird, all wraps and the like, but he works the saloon, and knows all the regulars by name, an' he's just another face in town. Nothing like that asshole from Stratos, that's for sure.
But.
They say folks never drink too much in the saloon. No fights ever break out, neither. An' Sneve swears he saw the guy vault the bar and tackle a guy who had a gun, once.
It ain't much of a mesa anymore, you know? Sure, the area around is the same as ever, but Tumble Town? Practically an oasis, it rains all the time. That old dried out lake? Yeah, it ain't dried out no more, I'll tell you that.
They got a whole new religion too, there. The Codfather, or sommat. A church too, just a lil' thing, nothing crazy. The guy's there every week for the sermon, sittin' in the pews with the rest, an' I swear, you can feel 'im.
So yeah, go to Tumble Town, meet a god. But don't you go tellin' him you know, right? He seems to like bein' normal, and the folks round there would have your head if you ruined that for him. 'Sides, he makes coffee much better than Clem.