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"'I want some mushrooms from Anura.'" Lamb held a hand in front of them and made it speak as they mocked their follower. "Never mind the mushrooms I already foraged. They want new ones, better ones!"
They sighed, rubbing a hand over their face and growling low in their throat. Today could have been spent on new buildings and embellished decorations, perhaps a working kitchen. Instead, here they were crusading.
"I should just take the loss of faith and..." They trailed off as they walked into the next room, the utter darkness causing them to huff.
Joy.
They reached out a hand towards the wall, only to touch something fuzzy.
And warm.
And... Breathing?
They just barely managed to throw themself to the side as fire erupted in front of them. As they drew their sword and charged into battle, Lamb found part of themself wishing that they had just killed their follower instead.