People all over Whiterun began to wake up now, the paralyzing spell having worn off a short time ago. They returned to daily business as if nothing had happened, aside from the fact that they all just woke up on the floor or leaned against the nearest wall. The Guards would haul the cultist off to the dungeons of Dragonsreach, and that would be that. Oh, and the bodies would no doubt get cleaned up by, ...well, whoever does that around Whiterun.

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As Cronic entered the Odd Jobs shop, the witness could be seen with a pleasantly surprised smile, shaking Aria by the hand when he heard his pursuers all bit the dust outside. Save for one, actually, but prison might change the Dunmer cultist's ideas on how to best spend his life for the better. It's not like this cult was defeated or anything, but there must've been some incredible relief at hearing the people who'd been stalking him since Windhelm were no longer a threat. He felt safe, and was visibly content now.

"Hey, all in a day's work. I think it's safe to say we should get you to Bruma ASAP, though." Aria calmly replied to him, glancing back at Cronic with a small grin. "I love travelling in the countryside - so beautiful and ridiculously dangerous, right?"