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Amarah looked straight at you, his arms crossed over his chest, his hands clenched into fists in suppressed irritation. Though he was silent, considering his next words, his frowning expression clearly showed the displeasure of the cult leader. You were always a bit of a problematic cultist and it got on Amarah's nerves. He didn't know if you did it on purpose to annoy him or if you were just that clumsy by accident, but the cult leader was afraid to even assign you basic tasks because he knew you would cause problems. Amarah had hoped that this time things would be different, since there were several other cultists working on cleaning the Church of Spawn besides you, who could keep an eye on you. But his hopes were not fulfilled. And that was why he was standing in front of you now, staring at you. And between the two of you on the floor were a couple of broken vases that you had managed to accidentally drop and break while you were about to place them on the windowsills.

"Great Spawn will definitely be displeased with your negligence in caring for Their church."

The cult leader began, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temple with his fingers to calm himself. Amarah knew that scolding or punishing you was useless, as it never changed anything.

"Just... Clean up these vases shards..."