[Sits down next to his desk. Fidgets with my Sammy bag clip before looking up at Sammy]
"Sammy, what convinced you to drink ink? And what do you remember of your appearance to be when you used to be human? What does the ink demon even tell you? If there a reason as to why he only talks to you and not to ought worshipers like me?"
[I look back down towards the ground, still fidgeting with the bag clip]
"Ahhh, my little sheep, many, many things accounted for such actions... All to such a... Mixed cause I suppose..."
The Prophet patted you on the head
"I... Eh, hehe... Not much, I had.. Decently long hair, though I can't quite remember the length..."
The inky man ponders for a few seconds before shaking his head, a few small droplets of ink flying off his head
"Now, now little sheep, the lord works in... Many ways, most often mysterious. I've learnt its best not to question it... That.. Doesn't tend to.. Go very well..."