Hark stood in the alleyway adjacent to the bell tower, flanked by the few town guard he was able to scrape up in the past two days. It wasn’t very hard for him to track down his fellow pact makers as trouble always seamed follow them around. Now whatever grand scheme they were attempting got them stuck up inside the towns bell tower. 

Hark gave one more glance over his small troop before stepping out into the open. With the crowds of cultists growing he knew he had to make his move now or never. Just as a precaution Hark wore his royal guard armor because he knew if any sightless were around they would recognize he was someone they should at least try to behave around. 

As Hark and his group moved in on the bell tower heads began to turn and watch them with suspicious eyes. Hark grabbed the nearest cultist by his shirt and pulled him in close, [color=007236]”Which one of you here is in charge?”[/color] he growled. The cultist look unsure of what’s he should say for a moment before stuttering out, [color=f7976a]“N-N-Nieffar”[/color]. 

Hark swallowed hard and let go of the mans shirt, pushing him away. He and the guards stopped a few meters in front of the entrance. [color=007236]”Nieffar show yourself!”[/color] Hark called out gripping the hilt of his sword. He wasn’t sure how this was about to go down but as long as he could create a long enough distraction for the others to escape unnoticed he would be satisfied.