If he were to be completely honest, Leo Peterson had not needed the dream to know what his next move had to be. He had known it from the very moment the kuo-toa had declared it off limits. From the moment the divinity inside him howled in fury that his own followers had the audacity to tell him no. From the moment he realized that, deep down, the kuo-toa had actually wanted him to shout down their efforts to stop him and press on regardless. All the dream did was make Leo aware of yet another party that wanted him to enter that chamber. SHOOGBIMBHALD wanted him to go. The kuo-toa wanted him to go, though they'd never admit it out loud. And now, even whoever or whatever it was that awaited him in that chamber wanted him to go it seemed.

And go he would.

He needed to become more powerful if he wanted to free the ones he loved from the clutches of the drow. And to become more powerful, he needed to seem more powerful to his followers. More like the god they already to fervently believed him to be. And for the past few months he had called this cathedral home, a dangerous yet golden opportunity to do just that had been right here.

[i]'That chamber... or whatever is in that chamber... the kuo-toa fear it.'[/i] Leo thought to himself. [i]'And gods, I think, should fear nothing at all.'[/i]

But all of that could wait for just a little bit longer. Before anything else, Leo needed breakfast. He also wanted to look over whatever trinkets had been scavenged up for today's tribute to see if there was anything of use to be found... And he'd be lying if he said he did not enjoy the worship and praise his cult would heap upon him every morning. And so Leo rose from the altar he'd been using as a bed, made his way over to the throne that the fish folk had fashioned for him when he first arrived, sat down, and awaited the arrival of his followers.