The cathedral's hollow walls echoed the soft squirming of the Grubmen outside Rosarias chambers, the soft creaking of the cribs hung by rope above gave the room a childhood nostalgia, and in a way, truly has become your home.

On a bed at the end of the room is Mother Rosaria, Goddess of Rebirth, alongside her especially large Grubman companion, bigger than a horse and as long as a serpant. The grub wrapped around her, contently writhing as she pet it. The voiceless goddes looks up from her companion, staring into your eyes from across the ward. The white waxy substance in her hair highlights its natural darkness.

The mute goddess, she can grant rebirth, for the dire price of the tongues of the innocent, taken through invasions of their worlds. How do you serve your goddess?