you were lost in a forest for several days, when a guy in a red t shirt noticed you. He rushed through the woods, you didn't even had time to react when you realized that you are tied up, getting carried somewhere.

Few minutes pass, you were in the territory of the cult, the guy carried you into a big castle in the middle of the woods.

The stench was horrible, it was a mix of grease, sweat and iron (or blood, probably both). After some time you started to get used to the stench, few more minutes pass... the guy drops you onto the greasy floor in front of a giant, morbidly obese lamb. He was THE definition of "slob". He was glancing with grease, had leftovers and sauce all-over his body, sweated like a pig and getting out of breath only from sitting on his golden throne

"Hello, lost stranger!" he said, huffing after the sentence "We have saved you from miserable death of starvation or getting eaten by the wolves!" he nods to one of the close followers, they run up to you and uncuff you, then help you stand up