[Center][h2][color=khaki]Jørmund[/color][/h2][/center]

Jørmund looked over the prisoners warily. They couldn't be blamed for wanting to return home, however their eagerness and enthusiasm about it left the genasi uncertain of them. It was only hours ago some of these were on the battlefield trying to storm the camp and kill the occupants. Many of the defenders were wounded, one being Plasm. He would need stop there to see if his magic could help them in the process of healing. While the rest he had helped deal with the fatigue of battle it was not enough to restore his reserves he drew upon for his divine magic.

Bringing himself back to the moment, the cleric stepped forward to address the first prisoner who spoke to the group. [Color=khaki]"I am surprised by this quick change of heart. Many of you were trying to break the defenses and slay those who fought back. I do recall a few of your companions trying to strike myself down. All in the name of some Sultan and for honor. Who is this Sultan, where are they, and why this sudden change?"[/color] he asked not entirely sure he would get the answers he sought. There was a decent probability that magic was involved that compelled them to follow Yosef and Ervdul's orders. Magic could also inhibit them from revealing what they knew of this Sultan, if their memories were intact at all.