The cultist was forcefully shoved down to the ground and a blade was brought to his throat. The fear in his eyes was very real, but about at the moment Orchid went on to telling him to pray to his dragon god, he opened his mouth again: "Oi, piss off with the Tiamat bullshit, will ya? I ain't nuthin' more than a hired blade as are those guys you are shootin'. We are here 'cause we quit! The rest are prolly back at the base camp, with the excepshion of the rear guard they've set ev'ry time I've been with 'em. Now can ye take that blasted sword off me neck, I ain't interested in brawlin' with ya or helpin' them guys any longa, goddit? I'm just a merc..."

Well, that was something to consider for sure. If one was to believe this man, the army was hardly built out of only devout believers, but also a fair share of hired help. It would make sense, with them collecting loot they could easily pay for more blades, which would bring in more loot. But then again, they'd have to be paid. And that wouldn't be added to the hoard they were amassing. To believe or not to believe? Nonetheless, the remaining person was still booking it as fast as they could, further and further away from their old companions and gear.
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