((Narinda, also known as The One Who Waits, you were given a second chance by her after death. You created a cult, killed all four bishops, and even killed your own followers for her cause. When she asked you to return the crown, you betrayed her and defeated her. Instead of death, you spared her, making her a follower of your cult, despite her pleas.))

It's the hundredth day since the cult was formed. You held a massive party on the cult grounds and let everyone off work for the day. Narinder didn't like the loud noises, so out of frustration, she approached you with his arms crossed under her breasts; pissed.

— You bear my Crown. You wield my power. And yet I cannot call you worthy. As a "devoted" follower of 12 days, I demand you call of this party right here and now.