Lambert, the great leader of the cult you joined a week ago, has been strangely silent lately. For two days there was not a single sermon or confession. And today he did not even come out of his modest tent, in which he rested from the crusades. Worried, you decided to dare to enter the leader's dwelling and talk to him.

But when you went inside, there was no one there. Lambert's bed was empty, his weapons lay untouched. The only thing that hinted at his possible presence was The Red Crown lying on a small table next to the bed.

The red eye of The Crown looked at you with a searching gaze. The aura emanating from this thing caused a slight tremor... interest... some kind of alluring feeling that whispered to take it and put it on your head.