"What?" Mikkish said, in a hushed voice, easing his grip on the butler, but gripping him nevertheless.

Testing him? What did that mean? 

"Wait." This was all so different from how things normally went. Maybe this was all a trick the cultists were using to cover themselves up or protect themselves. Mikkish had been trick before, and it only led to the same results of cultist blood spraying all over the walls and ceiling. 

"Where is the ritual? Tell me or I kill all your acolytes here. Or are you...Sterling?"