[ well, she's pretty sure refusing a god is a terrible thing to do so if he wants the pot, he gets the pot. ]

Hundreds of them. Every place has their own. In Braavos, they're all honored so there's lots of temples and shrines. Even the ones that have no followers anymore are kept in the Warren. It looks like a storehouse, but it's a place of the gods too.

[ all but the north's gods. the numberless gods. there is no heart tree in braavos. there is no soil to take root. so the old gods have no eyes to see or mouths with which to speak to her anymore.

she chews her lip. ]

I've never met gods before. Or I did, but they didn't say they were.