The battle came to an end as quickly as it started, leaving no one but a lone survivor that Orchid was taking care of. He interrogated him about the cultists, but it seemed like this wasn't a cultist but a hired sword. It made sense; no mere cult could've had a that many people in their army. Hundreds perhaps, but not thousands. This actually eased Parum's mind a bit. Perhaps they weren't facing a horde of devout madmen willing to destroy the world for their enlightenment, even if those who helped them facilitated that end. Parum could deal with mercenaries. Walking over to the merc Parum put her viol away, though she still had her rapier out just in case there was more fighting. [color=7ea7d8]"If you're not loyal to them, then please tell use everything you can. Now if you could answer my green friend's question, that would be helpful for all of us. If you're a hired blade than do you know who your employer is? You also mentioned a rear guard. Do you happen to know where they're at and what they're doing?"[/color] Parum's voice was gentle, compared to Orchid, and she even put a hand on the half-orc's shoulder to wordlessly ask him to lower his weapon, though not to let the man go. While Parum wanted to be diplomatic, she wasn't here to make friends. 

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