Longstrider looked at this corpse, then at you. “I am surprised to hear that you are aware of my people’s talks with the people of Elysium. I suppose Shortfang made that known to you.” Longstrider looked at Shortfang who seemed oddly bashful at the look. The grey scale simply sighed. “I understand your concerns, but know that our situation is a complex one. The grudges between the Sewer Dragons and the humans of Gransys is not going to be an easy one to amend, and with all of these troubles coming, we cannot afford to deny allies where we can.” Longstrider used her cane to poke the body, looking at his face and around his body.

“Not to mention, a dead body isn’t exactly proof that the cultists are working alongside the troglodytes. If they were, why would the cultist be dead, among creatures who are suppose to be their allies? It does not surprise me that the cultists may have been down here and attacked by the trogs. After all, they came to see us, and may see the cult as a new enemy due to offering us aid.”