Larisma Bixie slowly looks up from her forge at the Kran. She turns her head back to the forge to try to formulate a well-thought reply. After about 30 seconds, she turns her head up again. "Dare I say that I do not take up a religion. I give you simply this reason: If there is not a deity, or surpreme being, then why should one have spent a very big portion of their life to worship a being that doesn't exist? And if there is, how could He make it so that one's fate is decided; this is against the basic right of life: Will. So I give to you, fair Kran, that even if you were the son of Talad, what does it matter? I believe it is a worthless symbol. Please go about singing it to the Earth, but it does not matter to I, nor any person in this Plaza; the only reason that anyone would think it matters is out of fear, which is not an effective way to rule at all." Larisma looks back to her forge, cusses at the overheated Steel, gets it out and tries to quench it.