Burzadurr said
The wind strengthened, a thick shroud of mist had neared World's End. A slight rumbling sound and then a moment of silence... Gushing wind, big flapping and then the mist slowly started to clear up again. From the mist a tough looking man marched forward. Montis thought. Walking towards World's End. He had already projected his divine thought to the gods that were already present at the festival; He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of burning pine and so much more only his divine nose could perceive, and quickened his pace, he was excited to see some people again after all these dwarves.
Just to make sure you know this, in case you did not know. The gods are all knowing, expect for some specifically specified information, like stuff that happens in a gods closed domain (Like my garden, or Cre’oan Mal's temple, etcetera). The meaning of the coins were publically explained by a god, so you know what their meaning is, for you are a god. If a coin falls of a table in a tavern in a town a thousand miles away from your god, your god knows. So it's a bit wierd to act like you don't know. It’s totally fine to come asking for an explanation why you have to participate though.
