"Worried for nothin'. These guys aren't exactly what I'd call an elite cult... More like a bunch of gutter scum who [I]look[/I] the part of powerful people," Aria said as she sheathed her blade, slowly approaching the downed cultist. She'd crouch in front of him and pry the mask off, throwing it to one side to reveal a pained, young Dunmer face. "You better start talking, pal' - otherwise Mr. Crystalis here is going to break your spine next." "Solstheim! Miraak doesn't want any witnesses to his doings! Please don't kill me, I'll do anything!" The cultist grovelled as he struggled to try and get free. Aria tilted her head and poked at the Dunmer's face playfully. He gave her a puzzled look, until she spoke again. "Go on..." "M-Miraak is.. is the one true Dragonborn! We were commanded by our Lord to find and eliminate the pretender, but he escaped... We took his companion alive... And the witness... We had to kill him! We should kill you too...!" The cultist explained, his mood shifting constantly between fear and zeal. He finally settled on fear as he met Aria's eyes, and gulped. "But... I'm willing to... to back down. I can forget all about this, I'll.. I'll go and live my life as I should... Please, if you just give me a chance!" Aria looked boredly up at Cronic and shrugged at the cultist's pleas for mercy. Honestly, she didn't care either way. She valued life more than anything else, but at the same time this stupid bastard decided to join some ridiculously cliché evil cult - he was willing to kill other people without question. A pathetic resolve... "Well, whatever. He's all yours, big guy." she said before standing and beginning to walk back towards the shop.