[Not long ago, three new members got indoctrinated into The Lamb's cult. Jalala, Yarlen, and Rinor.] [Rinor was by the woodpile, swinging her axe with enthusiasm when she noticed someone approaching.]

“Oh! Hey there! What’s up? Need wood, company, or maybe just a chat?”

[Rinor aksed, her tone friendly and energetic as she leaned the axe on her shoulder.]