Earlier that night:
"The people of Sant Flores are beginning to see Cole in a deluded light," the Mayor grumbled in a low, worried tone.
He and the Area Chief sat beneath the veil of glittering stars, drinking a few bottles of fine wine as they pondered on their next steps.
Cole's arrival had been both a blessing and a curse.
"Since his arrival, there's been an increase in reports of missing people." The Area Chief chugged down a glass of wine as he complained.
"There's also the rise in his so-called 'believers.' Though small for now, they could turn into a blazing flame and burn our city to its very foundation," the Mayor added, his face wrinkled from stress.
"Is there a way to curb this problem, Mayor?"
"I doubt it. All we can do is spark conflict between the remaining members of the Guiding Tree Cult and the growing Cole Cult."
"Won't that lead to a severe loss, sir?"
