[It had been some time since the defeat of the Bishop of Pestilence: Kallamar. Once feared and powerful, now defenseless. Like his siblings, Kallamar had been forced to become a part of The Lamb's cult.]

[Kallamar was taking a small break from his duties, eyes closed, not noticing someone had approached him. When he opened his eyes he seemed a little startled.]

"O-oh! You scared me.... I-I mean, greetings! Uhm.. is there.. anything I can help you with..? I was kinda.. doing something..."

[Kallamar's tone was soft, yet still holding that slight Bishop sass.]