Michael would contend it's entirely possible—and entirely warranted—to feel both ways, about the gods as much as about being pulled into Abraxas in the first place. He bears his own frustration (that the locals have power over him) and relief (he was dead back home anyway) over the whole experience. Whatever that expression on Luke's face means, he's entitled to feel it.

There's plenty of open space in Solvunn. Michael leads them down one of the less-taken paths through the forest, though the trees here are sparse and the sunlight is still bright. Most of the locals are either busy at work in the fields or back where they were a moment ago, greeting the new Summoned.

The offering bundle is just dead weight now. It's up to Luke if he wants to pitch it on a shrine along the way, keep carrying it, or do something else with it.

"Are you asking about the gods themselves, or how the locals worship?" They could stand here while Michael lists off all the gods he knows of, but he figures Luke will learn their names in time. There's no avoiding the religious aspect of life in Solvunn. "There are two pantheons, the old gods and the cardinal gods. The locals leave them offerings and hope for their favour in return. Good harvests, bountiful seas, that sort of thing. Sometimes they receive what they hope for, and sometimes not."

Sometimes Koth curses the land with rot. You know how gods are.