"...And you, good sir, are a moron. You were willing to kill people in cold blood who had nothing to do with this "Miraak" character. I can't let that go unchecked. But I ain't gonna let you leave here either. GUARDS!" Cronic shouted out as he waited for Whiterun's Guards to arrive. When they finally did, Cronic picked up the Dunmer and passed him to one of the guards. "Toss this sorry waste of skin into the Dungeons. Attempted murder ought to suffice. And spread word to the rest of the guard; Anyone matching this guy's appearance should not be allowed into Whiterun at all." Cronic said, handing the Cultist's mask to another guard, then walked down to the odd jobs shop, the magic flames on his hands having extinguished when he shouted for the guards. "This "Miraak" just warranted my foot up his ass."