'Welcome, young initiates, to the Builder’s Retreat!'
Pete wasn’t quite sure what to think. From his experiences with the Hammers, he’d always known them to be
absolutely humorless zealots. To them, the simple joy of a rubber chicken became an opportunity to lecture
shopkeeps about selling animals that could not be cooked and eaten. But this…this was something entirely new. A
Hammer priest that actually smiled?
And that wasn’t all. The priest wasn’t wearing the traditional hooded red and white body stocking so
emblematic of the Hammer orders…instead, he wore a red tunic, held loosely by a belt with a hammer-shaped buckle.
Behind him, other Hammer acolytes wandered by, wearing similar garments, smiling and laughing. It was so…friendly.
And fun.
Something was definitely wrong here.