The problem now was, what to do about having found this cultist? These people, the crowd around Nevin that was even now growing in size, they desperately craved the unity, and the escape, that the Church of Crimson was offering them. The promise that how much money they had, or what they looked like, didn't matter was intoxicating to the destitute. They could escape the crushing pressure of their lives, and be valued? It drew them in like moths to a flame.

And Nevin knew first hand just how dangerous a flame the Church could be. It had enthralled an entire village, consuming them all in a mad dash to please and further its cause. Nevin didn't know how many had fallen victim to the trap of that village before him, but it had been operating for years by the time it fell to its own actions.

What he did know was that the current version of the Church could not be allowed to take root in Radasanth. It would be absolutely devastating if the sacrifices began here, where there were so many broken people who would happily give themselves up for the benefits of the church and the others. No, Nevin needed to follow them back, and confront the cultist. Make sure none of the others had survived that bloody night, were trying to restart the cult anywhere else.

So he stayed quiet, not raising his voice ever, keeping his hood up as the crowd of eager people swelled in size. The people around him didn't care - why would they? The Church of Crimson didn't care about the outside appearance after all. He also wasn't causing a fuss, just quietly walking along in their midst. He wasn't even the only quiet one in the crowd.

Then they reached the Church of Crimson’s current place of worship. It was a rundown cathedral, one that had clearly seen better days. But it was… in better condition than the rest of the neighborhood, and was visibly being worked on as men and women moved about it, adding stones and glass to it. Places that had already been repaired had been stained a dark red hue, clashing a bit against the natural browns and greys of the stones that were being used.

The preaching cultist proudly pushed the cherry wood doors open, leading the way into the hall of the cathedral. His congregation filled the chamber, Nevin slipping in amongst them, letting himself be pushed up against one wall, disappearing into the shadows once more. It was time to observe more, and wait for an opportunity to get cultists alone.