The caverns of anchordeep were quiet, wet and. Unpleasant for some. The caves had beautiful crystals that gave a warm glow, and many sea-like creatures and cultists under the blue crown thrived in such area. Kallamar, the second bishop of the old faith, rested on his throne in peace. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

”finally..peace.”

He uttered under his breath, his heretic robes wrapping around his squid-like body.