Several days had passed while I was out crusading in the name of The One Who Waits. My followers had patiently waited for my return, praying at my altar, tending to my crops, and keeping my land clean. As I returned with heretics, my cult rejoiced my successful crusade, praising me with gifts and well wishes. However, one little follower, a fish by the name of Hettle, drew my attention as he ran u...[Read More]