"That happens often, I think," Sansa said, though there was little she knew of where that would have played a part at all. Still, that wasn't nothing, and it made sense, anyway. Piety could make a good tool like that. Even she had feigned it on occasion, going to the godswood to meet with Ser Dontos, pretending it was a new-found devotion to the old gods that brought her there. That didn't even begin to touch on what it could do for large groups of people. "Do you believe in them? Your gods."