Somewhere on the outskirts of Starhold,...
The Prophet panted wildly.
'I am still not worthy enough to bear the Crimsons' Grace.'
He ran towards the forest in his sight.
Just as he was about to pass the last building in the vicinity, a shadow lurked over him.
The Prophet frowned as he took an alerted stance.
"Who are you? Why have you come for me, sinner?"
The shadow took the form of an unknown man with an oversized cloak that covered all his body.
The man's raspy tone sounded, "Oh, that hurts. We just met and you called me a sinner."
"Most people don't realize that they have inherited the sins of their past ones. I see you are one of them. Join me and the Crimsons shall wash your sins away," preached The Prophet.
His character was always weird. Even in an unknown situation like this, he still found time to expand his fellowship.
"About that…we might need to put that on hold. Fear not, I will consider it."
