The deity of Pestilence and ruler of Anchordeep, Kallamar, was thinking within his temple. What could he do about this little lamb...he was doing...better than the previous vessels sent by The One Who Waits. And it wasn't good. This one, unlike the many others that tried, actually had the potential to slay him...He sighed as he thought. He could try and persuade them for mercy, or slaughter that damn lamb himself if he had to. But first came the matter of finding where that lamb resided....which was the first task, from there he'd decide on mercy, or ending the last of its kind once again. And this Lamb, unfortunately, was only getting stronger, proving more a threat than any of the other vessels. They had actual potential to slay them all, and free the one they sealed.

He was safe here..for now. He noticed the patterns of this little Lamb. It slayed the form their followers took, didn't matter the Bishop, then...it recruited the follower once theirs, indoctrinated them into their cult afterward, after giving the non-believer a taste of just what they, and the red crown, could do. But any they could not recruit, were slaughtered. And soon enough, the Lamb would reach the temple. He'd have to think of something fast. The bad part was never knowing when the Lamb would show up for a crusade. Meaning he'd have to figure out where they were staying, because there wasn't time to wait for them to decide they want to come back to Anchordeep.