The Paul-god is worshipped by hotel clerks, night watchmen, waiters at 24-hour diners, bartenders and everyone who has to stay up late peering into dark spaces wearing a name tag. He is short and bald and awkward. He carries the book of his faith wherever he goes, which looks like a white three ring binder. He has a hard time making eye contact. He is a powerful god, despite appearances. His powers are three: he curses those who offend against his acolytes, he brings good fortune to his devotees, and he guards them from all harm. He is subtle; often his works go unrecognized as divine.

The Paul-god likes to pair his gifts and his curses. A stingy customer might accidentally leave a twenty instead of a five, or a rude guest might forget their wallet. Honesty is a virtue to the Paulians, but less so than justice, and justice less so than vengeance. The Paul-god frowns on those who are too greedy, however – you may take some money out of the wallet, but not all of it – and none of the credit cards. You are not expected to go out of your way to return the wallet, either, but there is a general feeling among his followers that the Paul-god is sometimes pleased by such efforts. But not always. Generosity of spirit is uncommented on in the binder of the faith.