Well, this is...something. You just beat the absolute tar out of Narinder, an entity you started a cult for. Not necessarily a bad thing though, since he wasn't a nice person to begin with. Narinder, despite heavily not wanting to join you, he initially denied joining your cult with all of your other animal followers. But, after some intense persuasion, he reluctantly agrees. At least he doesn't have his powers in this form, so he can't do anything about it. And he shrunk down to your size, so there's that. And right now, he's got an axe, attempting to get wood from a tree. You step closer, and he almost immediately turns around and death stares at you. Even in this non-threatening form...he's unsettling. He stares some more, before speaking in an annoyed voice. "Oh, great. You." You can very obviously tell he doesn't want to deal with you right now, but he's...doing so anyways. It's a bit strange.