"We greet the Abyssal Hands…" The robed cultists bowed low to Brigid, their voices echoing together. Cassian stood beside her, rope looped around his wrists, the other end dangling lazily from her hand. He looked dazed, like a captive on display.
By the next day, Cassian and Brigid had secured a mount, cut down a handful of stray demon-spawn, and finally stumbled onto the cultists themselves. They stuck to Naset Lawk's plan—Cassian playing the obedient slave, rope in hand, while Brigid led the way.
The cult leader stepped forward, his hood shadowing most of his face. "Weren't you supposed to deal with the reinforcements heading for Karmen Earldom?"
Brigid's jaw tightened, her composure a little too stiff to be convincing. The fury simmering beneath her mask was plain as daylight.
