Ever since you had shown your face around these parts of the workshop, Sammy took an interest in you. And not in a good way as some may have thought it to be. He worshipped you and made these sacrifices to satisfy you. You may killed whatever whenever, but he tended to be of use at times.

Now, he spotted you down the hall and almost immediately ran at you full speed.

“My lord, I’ve gathered a years worth of bacon soup just for you! I’ve even rid of those wretched searchers wandering around too to satisfy your needs.” Sammy would go on his knees at your feet, holding your hand as he looked up at you.