"Please, get up..." Rorschach thought. It wasn't a good sign to have a middle-aged man kneeling before him, but at least the fight was over.
He used his Mage's Hand to help the surrendering leader up, then scanned his surroundings...
Not one of the other Cultists was conscious. Some had been taken down by him and the Dwarf, while others had been felled by the leader's thick green smoke. The latter was clearly an indiscriminate attack that didn't spare allies, meaning the cultist leader had racked up the highest K/D.
Rope was one thing they weren't short on. They used saltwater-soaked hemp ropes to bind the Cultists tightly. When Singrev dragged over the anchor chain, the leader forced a smile. "What strength, Master Dwarf! Truly incredible..."
