"Hence the name." He surmises, drawing the obvious connection between the festival, intent, and name. My, the religious types could be so uncreative with their naming of celebrations.

With that new bit of perspective, Emet-Selch begins to silently scan the festival. If this is meant to be a gift for their citizens, was the accommodation fair? Was the food simple? It could all illustrate plainly enough what this 'clergy' thought of its patrons.

"Then this would make 'Abdar' the God you have sworn yourself to." He looks back and shrugs. "A devout follower?"