The acolyte was positively flabbergasted. He could barely make out an audible "uuuuuhhh..." before Parum had already pranced away. When he had been given the task by the Dragonclaw, this was one of the last things he had been expecting out of it. But he didn't exactly know the mercenaries too well. Perhaps they were less of the "strictly business" type of killers than he had expected? Well, whatever it would be, he had to admit he was still looking forward to the evening. Now though, he'd need to report back to his superior. Unfortunately he quite doubted he would be allowed to head off with some mercenary for the reasons he had already thought of himself, but the chance was there.

AS for the other member of the cult, the one that kept huffing on his pipe as he followed the actions of the suspicious group, Krets was not getting his message across to this pink haired girl. He took his pipe out of his mouth, closed his eyes and raised three fingers. He took a breath and curled a finger. Another deep breath and another finger went down. Finally, he took the third breath and opened his eyes, placing the end of his pipe back into his mouth. "No. None of those things." He took another huff of his pipe before moving both it and the hand holding it to the side.

"What I want is ask a few questions. About your friends. So who is the blue haired one? Your leader? And do you happen to know anything about the business between the half-orc and the old man?" These questions were asked with a tone of annoyance in the man's voice, despite the almost gentle wording of them. And in the meantime, his eyes had observed Kyra's holy symbol and got stuck on it. She claimed to be no healer. Believable, even in the presence of the symbol. But less likely. The longbow of hers also spoke for that. But Krets was not given his duty for nothing. Things had to be considered. Besides, she had given a different introduction in the tent, hadn't she?

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