[Larrin]

The priest gives you a weary look, "The cultists have sold their souls to death already, justice and piety will shed no tears should they be dismembered. They have no known name, that would help us pierce whatever magiks hide them. They leave no signature or symbol that would reveal a name or origin, just their ritual nether scripts, but that is of little help.

You talk of men joining together, that is fine in principle, but in the end leads to mobs and false accusations. Be careful to whom you speak and what you say or the town magistrates will lock you up for rabble rousing. If there is nothing else, my brothers and I must prepare for defending the town tonight. There are many hours left in the day, but much work we need to do, and they already have a foot hold."