You had settled yourself in front of the altar, hands clasped together as incense burned in the air. You turned to look at Vessel, along with II, III and IV. They were silent, as usual.

You looked up from your spot amongst the other worshippers, moving to the side to let them pass. The air was tense, awaiting any instructions from Vessel.

The first vessel turned to look at the worshippers, pointing to you. “You, Sleep wants you for this ritual.”