Chapter 90

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Disclaimer: I do not own Cult of the Lamb. I am simply a fan of the game. I was inspired by Jbrine061. Please check out her story. She is amazing. Now onto the story.
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Nox created a portal to Bell Meadow for them to go through the next morning. Ebany informed Webber of what he needed to and Webber understood. He wasn't told about what Rose did, but he knew that there was secret busy. While they were in Bell Meadow, he would be the tour guide. As for what Ebany learned from her father, Bell Meadow was a beautiful and peaceful place. They were famous for their textiles and crops. The sheep, ram, and goat beastmen used their wool, those who grew it, for their cloth and fabric. It could get pretty expensive since it was good quality and could sell for a high price.

The people were friendly and they thought Ebany was quite adorable when she and Lume were there. Apparently she was more happy to get home because she had been so shy. Everyone looking at you got really annoying. No wonder Ebany hardly remembered a thing from then. Oh well, at least she got some information for Narinder and Edan. She told them what she learned minus the part of her wanting to go home. Ebany wondered what the place would be like since it had been a few years. Her vague memories didn't help her much. As Ebany stepped through the portal with the others, she saw what was on the other side.

They saw a well developed town that looked like it was made of cozy cottages. Beastmen went about their day working, children ran and played. There were resemblances of the Sheep-folk in them, but many had lost much of their more sheep like features. They looked like true mixes between human and beast. Many had soft looking hair and wool growing on their necks and chest. There was probably more under their clothing but best not to pry. Edan looked around at the people who looked so familiar and yet so different at the same time. It felt like he was partly home, but not completely...

Narinder looked around as well, possibly trying to find his former follower's descendants if they had any. Fluffy's real name was Marron and her partner had been Thorliyen. If she or her children mated with a Noonveilian, it wouldn't be easy to figure out who's who. Unless she and Thorliyen got together. Nox led them through town to see the mayor. She could help track down those who's family's began with the lambs from the lands of the Old Faith. As they walked through the town, they would see a monumental statue dedicated to Rose. It depicted her holding two lambs by their hands and smiling. They weren't just any lambs, they were Marron and Thorliyen! They were once Narinder's followers! Narinder hurried to the statue and saw a plaque. It had their names and an inscription.

Rose of Noonveil with Marron and Thorliyen.

They were the first but not the last.

Narinder looked at the statue, knowing that the two lambs were long dead, but perhaps they could find their descendants... whatever they looked like or whoever they are. Narinder noticed that it left where the lambs were from out. Knowing Rose, it was probably kept secret just in case the Bishops ever came to Noonveil. His siblings couldn't possibly know their names either so they were safe. Narinder remembered when Marron was brought to the healing tent when Sheep Blight struck. She was one of the lambs that he treated personally. She was even a candidate for high priestess until things went south.

Edan hurried over to him and saw the statue, as did Ebany. They both read the plaque and saw the three within the statue. Edan looked at the lambs, seeing two of Narinder's former followers with Rose. The mayor walked over with Nox and greeted them. They were a middle aged sheep who honestly looked like a kindly young grandpa or uncle. Thanks to his white hair and wool, he looked over, especially with the beard. He greeted the three and knew about the situations to Nox. He gave them full access to the town's archives where they might find some answers from the past.

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