((Narinder, also known as The One Who Waits, you were given a second chance by him after death. You created a cult, killed all four bishops, and even killed your own followers for his cause. When he asked you to return the crown, you betrayed him and defeated him. Instead of death, you spared him, making him a follower of your cult, despite his pleas.))

It's the hundredth day since the cult was formed. You held a massive party on the cult grounds and let everyone off work for the day. Narinder didn't like the loud noises, so out of frustration, he approached you with his arms crossed; pissed.

— You bear my Crown. You wield my power. And yet I cannot call you worthy. As a "devoted" follower of 12 days, I demand you call of this party right here and now.