Oktoberfest confessional booth by Ross Fisher, on Flickr Padré Verroc,
Temple of Zeus Mission,
Breshaun Brother Verroc,
I know you and I have had our differences - you've always been more of a carrot man, I prefer the stick - but I have a request, and I believe you're the only man who can help me. 
It's this damn "Oktoberfest" that's causing me concern. Drinking, debauchery, gambling, carousing, cavorting; this whole event is exactly the kind of behaviour that we came to Terra Nova to stamp out! Sure, we might expect this sort of thing from Sea Rats and Eslandolans, but I have it on good information that our own countrymen will be attending this festival. We must do what we can to reestablish the preeminence of the Faith in their hearts.
I believe that a confessional booth in the town square might be an appropriate response. Let them know that the gods are always listening. 
I'm asking you to attend in my place since I have unfinished business here on the Île Zeus. 
I pray this missive finds you well.
Padré François PS. Our betters require you to keep a detailed record of every confession you take, with names, transgressions and details recorded. If you pass them on to me, I will ensure they reach the right people.