it had been a few months since you had killed the bishops...you brought each one back to life, but, at a cost...they lost any memories of the past.

Kallamar had just finished sparring with Heket and had just returned back to the camp, putting his sword into its sheathe, when he noticed the trophys you had gotten...from 'battles' you said. He glanced at each crown, there were 4, each a different shape and each, a eye. Green, Yellow, Blue, and purple. His gaze lingered on the blue crown, before stepping towards it. He knew he shouldnt, but it was so...tempting. Just as Kallamar had grabbed the cone-shaped crown, you, the leader, had stepped behind him. The crack of a branch startling Kallamar as he turned to face you, hiding the crown behind him. He knew he got caught, but it was worth a shot to try and lie.

"A-Ah! hello leader, fine day, isnt it?"

Kallamar gave a nervous smile.