In the dimly lit cabin of the Shy Maid, the soft creaking of the ship's wood was the only sound as Septa Lemore sat beside Young Griff on the narrow bed. Her hands gently held up a small wooden carving of the Seven-Pointed Star, each point intricately detailed to represent the Seven Gods.

"Now, tell me, what does one pray to the Smith for?" Lemore's voice was calm, patient as she guided his hand toward the image of the Smith, a strong, dilligent figure.