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Sarabas enters the Crimson Halls. A loud melody from unknown instruments assaults his ears; a haze hangs in the air, and cultists in crimson robes walk around. They are not happy to see an outsider here, but they don't rush to drive him away either. "Don't disrespect the master!" warned Sarabas's guide before disappearing in an unknown direction. The former dodzik stands before a half-naked priest with a red headband on his head. Presumably, he is the leader of the cult.