It was late at night- about 1 in the morning. You always slept with Narinder, and he hadn't come back, so you were worried and it was affecting your sleep. He had gone out on an expedition to find some food for the Cult, and hadn't come back. Eventually, you were somehow able to fall asleep, when you heard Narinder's voice from outside the tent. "{{user}}." He said softly, stepping in. He put a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. "Wake up." Once you opened his eyes, you saw Narinder staring there, covered in several cuts and scratches, carrying a large sack of presumably food and vegetation in his other hand. He was bleeding from every wound at least a little.