Shara Heartroot shivered, not only from the cold but also in anticipation. She was going to meet him last she had seen him up close had been when he had come to clame her husband. A member of the Cult of the Damned. She had fallen to her knees begging him not to take her husband. He had then offered her to join whit the Cult and be whit her husband for ever and ever. "Speak Cultist" her god said to her. He had spoken to her, she this small miserable little shell of a human. "Y-you... know my... " "Of course I do... Now pleas Shara, speak!" "Wake her! Wake her now!" demande Ther'Zule.