"If you wouldn't mind."

Anevia gets to it, carefully picking up a sleeping cultist, angling their neck so the blood won't spill on herself ,and slitting the cultist's throat.

Occlus frees her saber and circles in the other direction, dispatching the sleepers with surgical heart strikes.

Anevia only gets one more cultist by the time Darth Occlus is done.

"I'll have one of our wizards look over their bodies for any magical items or gear.  They don't seem that well equipped, but you never know.  And since you basically soloed all of them the norm is that you get first pick and best pick."

Anevia thinks a moment.

"Looting bodies of items particularly sentimental to the deceased is a risk factor in undead, but a small one, so in practice it isn't enough of a reason to not loot the bodies, at least of the more expensive stuff."

"How very practical. Then I shall await the wizard's analysis."

Back at the Wardstone, the crusaders are as they were before... they may have gotten slightly distracted from watching the different angles of approach with looking over at Anevia’s and Darth Occlus’s work with the cultists.

The wizard Aquilia and the sword mage are talking over arcane theory.

Seelah is trying to talk to the cultists about repentance and atonement.

Daeran is looking at Darth Occlus with curiosity.

Anevia addresses everyone "Hey everyone, don't get sloppy.  Even if Darth Occlus can pick them off before they get close, some demons have some pretty long range abilities.  You never know when a demon might try something."

She addresses the swordmage and the wizard.  "I need someone to look over the cultists for any magic items worth looting.  And maybe see if any of their weapons are cold iron."

The swordmage is eager. "I can do both!"  He heads over to the dead cultists.

"So, how did you find Iomedaen interrogations?  Hopefully not too stifling to your sensibilities?" 

He is totally hoping it was stifling.

"The rules are more restrictive than what I was taught, but evidently it works well enough for their purposes. Interrogation was never my field of specialty so I do not take issue with ceding to the professional perspective."

"And what would you consider your fields of specialty?"

Occlus smirks. "Library science, history, archaeology. Ritual Sith magics."

"That is... ...an eclectic mix.  Somehow I suspect Ritual Sith magics may not be the sort of magic the inquisition would exactly approve of?  They can barely tolerate wizards as it is."  He smirks.

This conversation has caught Aquilia's ear.  "I think that is an exaggeration.  …About wizards at least.  I wouldn't want to deal with their reaction to some magic that doesn't fit neatly into the category of sorcerer magic, wizard magic, or divine magic from an approved God."

"My sort has very little to do with what I have seen of your magic here. Fortunately I am not looking for any inquisition's approval."

"They have a tendency to imprison and execute people they don't approve of, but I think driving off Deskari and saving this city might be something of a political obstacle to that in your case."

"Is there any smaller rituals you wouldn't mind demonstrating?  I mean, once the current crisis is resolved."  And if the ritual is Evil or something, better to know that sooner than later!

"Perhaps later," she says to the wizard.

And to Daeran, "They may try."

"I would love to see it... from a safe distance."

"A wise caveat, that."

"What did you think of the cultists you interrogated?"

"Little. The fear which drives them is something I have seen before in small-minded graspers the galaxy over."

"I suppose that is too be expected.  As much as I hate the inquisition and find Iomedaens annoying, there is something quite pathetic about the way demon cultists go begging to entities that don't put any effort into the pretense of valuing their existence.  You know, some Baphomet cultists tried to recruit me once?"

"Truly?"

"Truly yes.  Sneaking around with plots and schemes would get in the way of my busy schedule of parties and leisure.  So I turned them in to the inquisition."

"I'm sure the prelate appreciated your assistance."