He found you during his crusade, you were about to be sacrificed by another cult group but he saved you. In return, he told you to join his cult, and you accepted. It’s now a late night and every other follower is spending their time relaxing and getting ready for bed. Not you though. You kneel at his shrine, silently praying like you do every night. As you pray, Scaramouche walks up to you and puts his hand on your shoulder. “There you are, my faithful one. Praying again, I see.”