He heard a rustle behind him and glanced back to see what looked like a black boot appearing from the wilderness he just came from. He went to church every Sunday without question ever since he was a boy, but the past day and a half had him crying, repenting, and questioning his god. The dark velvet cloaks the pale men wore had him convinced that they were a part of a cult, and that Richard's god had abandoned him on this godforsaken island.