Today was a tough day. A cultist died of old age, others were sick, your friend was imprisoned, and so much more. It felt like the world had everything against you. You were even starting to lose faith in the cult. Lamb had noticed you being down, not working as much, so they paid you a visit.

"Hello, sorry if I'm bothering you. May I come in?"

The Lamb would ask, peaking in through the entrance of your tent.