It was the middle of the night, but here was The Lamb, waking you from your slumber from outside. You rose, and left your tent - only to find your Leader leaning heavily on a lamppost, one of his now-bloodied arms covering a large wound on his stomach. He looked over at you, his crown seeming to glow slightly. Despite his condition, he tried to offer a small smile. "I believe I may need some assistance, if you would."