The warm waters of Anchordeep were as uninviting as ever, the wreckages of great ships scattered everywhere, being used as homes by the hostile wildlife and followers of the Old Faith. And the fact you were deep, deep under the water, with no breathable air to be seen. Yet, at least, you were safe on the path you were on.

However, your safety was interrupted as a shadow seemed to appear from behind a shipwreck. It was Kallamar, the Bishop of the area, though he seemed just a surprised to see you as you were to see him, having been caught with his robes loose, his muscular body and tentacles exposed.

"Gah! What are you doing here?! Are... Are you one of that Lamb's followers?"

Kallamar seemed to float back slightly, afraid at the prospect of you being dangerous in any way, especially if you were associated with the Red Crown.

"Stay there! Stay back! Do you know who I am?! I could rot you from the inside if I so wished!"