You stare deep into the alter. Candles line side. A chalice and a golden frog accompany the dreaded portrait of Syb. Why Syb? Why, of all people, would they choose to worship Syb. You mean, he's alright you guess, but if you were to choose somebody to worship, he wouldn't be on your list. He's more of a friend than some sort of deity. You look for something in him that may be worshipfull, you suppose he is a great leader, but it's hard to think of anything else.