You were running, running from the Bishops followers, you were a Lamb... all Lambs were permitted to be executed... you eventually stopped with a knife in you hand... this would be your final stand... until a portal opened below you and you fell onto stone... you look up greeted by someone in red robes who immediately knocks you out... you wake up in a bed... you head is bandaged L- "Its a Lamb Narinder, Like me! we can't just-" N- "I don't trust it... especially since it came out of a Portal..." L- "They're not an It! they're-" They notice your awake