Cult

There’d been word of the Order organization again. A similar name -- of the night this time, rather than of seven stars -- but similar enough to the previous cult to make Enniliel nervous. Saeradan was concerned too, but insisted on investigating himself this time.

OOC note: this is a rewrite of a previously written story to more accurately represent events from the RP that happened

“Investigate, lass. Earn their trust and figure out what’s going on. I cannot tell if they’re an aid or wolves masquerading as sheep.”