Dr. NoSleep (host)

Anderle is our priest, our high holy one, our unelected leader since we brethren have no official leader.

Despite the fact that his robe's hood is drawn tight around his head, I know it to be him.

His voice is deep and melodic, a standout amongst those of us with higher registers.

Anderle moves from the circle and embraces me.

Then he pushes me back and studies me.

Any trouble getting here?

When you did not arrive on time, we feared the worst.

He looks me over once more.

Do you have it, Cornelius?

Were you able to obtain that which we need?

I have, Anderlei.

It was a hard-fought bounty, but I extracted it from its owner with as little violence as possible.

As little violence?

To which you mean there was some violence, though, yes?

I shake my head sadly and look down at the few spots of blood on my robe.

Ours is a violent world, brother.

Perhaps not as violent as the people above, but there are times when even we cannot hide from our baser nature.

Unfortunately, you are correct, Cornelius.

Anderle gripped my shoulder.

Show it to me.