Her family is with her, and they're not even vaguely alone, not by an extremely wide margin!

The last of the four remaining pages flips and you behold Rattie Herarat McRattington, who stands atop a pillar of stone inside the outer chamber of a large cave, below her spread out an entire LEGION of rattlings and other "Verminous" Sapient races including a large number of humans that you can distantly sense are infested with mind parasites, almost like there is a wall of glue between what should normaly be a part of your sphere that you could rightfully command, but, at the moment, remains just beyond your reach, but not quite beyond perception. In front of her, you find a deep pool of not-exactly-stagnant sewer water that practically BOILS with swarming bane-worms, only restrained from attacking her congregation by a three meter shier sided drop from the lip of the pit to the water, the fact that the swarm is currently more-than-satiated by the sacrifices they've already received, and the additional fact that her own power as your cleric is also forcing them into obedience.

This vast army of what even-you can only describe as "cultists" chant in language that your divine senses tell you has been completely MADE UP by the participants in the last 24 hours, notably Rattie Herarat McRattington, who has become a member of the very rare "Cultleader" class, one that, under normal condistions, is only open to NPCs. This "conlang" has been made specifically to be the "Sacred Tongue" for this cult, and contains many sounds not normaly found in standard languages, but to you it's perfectly obvious what they're saying...

"...be Exalted: Nimrev Kills, Nimrev Lives, Nimrev Hunts, Nimrev Feeds, Nimrev Infests, Nimrev Breeds, Nimrev Exalts, Nimrev Wills: We will kill, We will live, We will Hunt, We will Feed, We will Infest, We will Breed, We will be Exalted: Nimrev Kills, Nimrev Lives..." it is an Endlessly repeating chant that each throat and mouth repeats in a swarming drone which is, honestly, so unutterably YOU: until Rattie Herarat McRattington suddenly screams over the drone of the crowd: "NIMREV LIVES: HE IS HERE!!!" And an unutterably strange wordless cry of joy and adulation rolls out over and from the entire congregation.

"Kzhikizzikhivvizzz!!!!!" The drone sounds like it is saying aloud, but though it is not a WORD as such you can still understand that it is a shout of joy and relief at your survival and metaphysical presence with the gathered worshipers.

"You have been, BUSY, Cultleader." You intone.