But that's not what Oghma's all about, and not what His followers are about, either. We're about learning. Always have been. And so, our most holy room is more a library than anything else. The rest of the room is awash in light from the upper windows, and that light gleams off the oiled leathers and silver trim of the tables, the cushioned chairs, the tomes, and the shelves.
Information is everywhere.
Lore is plentiful. And so we honor our God. It was there that I first had the honor of meeting the Hierophant. She was radiant, as I had seen before from afar, but the otherworlders didn't seem to see that. There's a decided lack of awe in the otherworlders, as if they've seen nearly everything already.