Lafrenia

Unfortunately (or fortunately), Tao knew nothing about the traditions and customs of the cultists of the Seven, which is why the crowd gathered around the sacrificial altar only earned a puzzled expression from him.
—The goddess of wealth collects a fine tribute. But where is my Goddess... —he muttered, scanning the plaques listing other events held in this temple.
A blend of luxury with a businesslike atmosphere more befitting a corporate center than a place of spiritual elevation — all of this was far removed from Tao's own notions of such places, yet it was not in his principles to judge others. He had often seen this worldview in the greedy eyes of his kinsmen — oh yes, they could easily measure even human lives in monetary terms. Recalling the energetic businessmen of the Federation and one of their fellow party members, Tao snorted contemptuously.
While time allowed for freedom, Tao took a seat at the far end of the temple and immersed himself in his thoughts.
(for now, like, I'll listen to a sermon or something, I'll write where I go next later)

From what could be gleaned of the conversation taking place within the temple walls, the local priestess was named Tiarella Leud, and in her manner of behavior and dress, she bore little resemblance to her colleague from the Temple of Superbia. 

— Tiarella dear, with those artificial ears you look just like one of us! — A richly dressed Nighan, judging by his cheerful face, was very pleased with his remark, unable to hold back his laughter. — And you'd never guess you're from Ditlind. 
— Oh, thank you for the compliment, — the priestess gifted her interlocutor and the others present a charming smile, which brought equally pleased expressions to their faces, — it's just further proof that we are all one in this, walking under the same sky. 
— True, true! — Agreed a muscular, also well-dressed and well-groomed Kaolian, — if only we could erase the borders from the maps of Laphrenia, then we'd really live! Away with opportunistic nation-states, power-hungry politicians, and other harmful elements of civilization!
— Unfortunately, we are all hostages of the states we are born into... — Noted a man of intellectual appearance. — But perhaps someday we will break out of this vicious circle of hatred, deceit, and self-righteousness...