Macaroth came from his chapel and relaid new orders to the brigands amassed at his doorstep, he started speaking loud and clear but not threatening in any way "all men able to bear arms equip yourself with our newly made swords and armors, you will be my Man-at-Arms now, my soldiers as valuable as my Sons" The brigands didn't give it a second thought and the smiths begun working harder than ever. One third of the people moved to the mining town that was abandoned to resume mining for themselves. By now his forces were numbering in the several hundreds, the appearance of the red sun made the story of the reborn saint very appealing indeed so by now not only brigands were at his side but villagers and townsfolk as well. Yet they didn't squabble or fight, they were now as one in His eyes, one people united by fear, it made Macaroth tremble with excitement to sense it all, a maelstrom of emotion swirling ever more around him and a sea of souls slowly feeding his power.
The woman that had addressed him before, a young woman with bright red hair and sharp green eyes clad in fur and leather armor and bearing a sword approached him again when he was done speaking. He took one look into her eyes and saw all that he needed to see to make his next decision. He took her into his sanctum, into his heart and begun working on her to reshape her into what will become his voice and his vengeance in the field of battle.