"It's getting a bit chilly,"

*One of the more shifty audience members returns with a freshly reheated un-suspicious beverage* "Here you go, one warm and most definitely vegan drink." "Please, drink deeply. It was made with you in mind. You deserve something special." "You're doing such a good job." *The narrator takes and drink and wonders why they are watching him drink so intently. If anyone's thirsty, we can take a quick break.* . . . >Adler: Since Rebecca has seemingly told the coven every conceivable thing about you, they probably already know that you are looking to start a loose organization of followers. Sort of like a cult, but you will emphasize that people should worship Fuma and not you. >Rebecca: You don't understand, did you do something wrong? >Adler: Seeing how crestfallen Rebecca is hits you like a gut punch. You spent a good deal of time hammering in the virtues of seelieness and now you are seemingly chiding your first official follower in front of her friends for being too honest. A gentle but firm hand is needed here. You quickly change your tone. >Adler: Technically no, but there were a few things that could have been done better by all parties. Chalk this up to a learning experience and add it to the next lesson. You need to remember that not everyone is a mind-reader. >Vixen: Ooooh! Will you get to learn how to read minds? >Adler: You stifle your annoyance and maintain your composure. Rebecca planted the idea that you are a benevolent and infinitely patient entity. You'll have to play the part, and that means not getting so easily frustrated. You need to exude confidence and control while maintaining an even tempered composure. You raise a finger and instruct her to save any questions for the end. >Adler: You continue your spiel. Your following is in its fledgling stages and that presents the coven with a unique opportunity. They could earn the prestige of becoming your first wave of agents. Going out into the world and spreading tales of your deeds and doing good works in your name. Not only that, but be a demonstration of what rewards might be awaiting your most dedicated followers. Ancient knowledge and magic, Real Magic, and a greater purpose in life. Like Rebecca, they all are outcasts and outsiders in society, and through means of witchcraft they are wanting revenge against that society for one reason or another. But honestly, is all the stories about wicked witches, how do they usually end? Not in the witch's favor. In your service, they will be given the opportunity to take all that built-up energy and turn it into something positive. Instead of being hated for their differences, they will be loved for them. How does that sound? . . . *The guest narrator feels woozy and tired all of a sudden. Hard to focus. He passes out* "Quickly! Get him into the pook-proof sack!" "Are we sure this is Adler? He passed out pretty quickly. Maybe just check under his hood to be sure." "No time. It has to be Adler. Who else could it be? We still have time left. Let's get him to the meeting place." *And so the two ungrateful, backstabbing listeners carried their load out into the night. Confident in the knowledge they bagged Adler and no one else.*

At least they liked your performance, Adler. Last few times, everyone was underwhelmed. This is definitely a step up.