[@Honesty Crow][@Jollan][@drewccapp][@Lotrix Molick]

As the skiff danced across the desert sands, Anrak started into the expanse ahead, deep in thought. Despite the conversions happening around him, the massive warrior remained silent throughout the trip. As his tired eyes closed for a brief moment; the sun and wind kissed his dark skin, bringing him a true moment of peace. But such a brief reprieve was not to last, as the mention of the saints tickled his ears. Would the other beastman oust him as a pretender, should he use the gospel?

The colossus shifted nervously, as he shook the thought from his head. Such a thing would be unlikely, if these were common kidnappers, he'd have know need to bring forth the flames of his faith.  However, the mention of the Calabris made his blood run cold. He knew who they were, and what they did. In the old life, his band of brigands and highwaymen had done work for them before, but only a few times. Instinctively, his hand sought the gospel, to remind himself that he was a new man, that the past was behind him now.

But the book was no longer there.

Panicked, Anrak immediately began looking around frantically for his precious bible. Where could it be???