This would not have been the German’s first stop. He did not like groups such as these. These people... were likely evil. They tortured people, and even if those deserved it — if they minsibterpreted the signs, they would have incurred the wrath of God. He did not want to be here in that case. Well... he supposed he could teach the unsaved about “acts of faith”.

However, this is the one place he could join. This was due to one fact: no others would allow his bringing of justice. Hmph. They were going against the will of God Himself. However, so he did not get exiled, he had to come here.

A desert. Well, he supposed it was better than nothing. Dark golden irises focused on the distance ahead as the gray and white cat sat down. "Hello? Ich heiße— my name is Kaiser Varco-Schmidt. Can I join?" His voice is cool and collected, almost bored.