"Oh, I do not intend to sit idle... " Sharon answered nonchalantly as he opened one of his drawers, pulling out a preserved flask of Alterac wine and a glass.
"As you may know, I have every motivation and encouragement to chase them down, beyond merely the moral value of fighting for justice against evil. They have been painting targets on my back and sending all sorts of assassins and thugs at me."

Pouring himself a glass of wine with the bottle, he placed it on the desk. Motioning for Greymoon to ask if the noble wanted to have a taste, the man quickly nodded before Frederick suddenly appeared behind him, handing the human noble a drink.
Sitting down in his office chair, still wearing his armor and heavy wizard robes, Sharon raised his glass to Marshall before taking a small sip.

"You may have heard rumors that I am a man of adventure and patron of excitement, but; each man eventually reach a point where all the excitement in their life simply becomes too much." Sharon said jokingly, before leaning back in his large leather chair.
"I think I am at that point right now."

Sharon said, before tilting his head to stare out across his room. It was still rather gloomy in the office, as Frederick had only managed to light half of the candles. The High Elf moved his free hand up to his chin, rubbing his jaw with his glove as he gazed into the air with a thoughtful look on his face.

"I... don't think this is the official cult. I think they are ex members." The High Elf pondered, turning his head back to Marshall.
"My brother left the Scourge after the Lich King's fall. I doubt he's still serving his dead king's incorporeal spirit or something like that. I know he's definitely recruiting... "

"We killed one of the cultists." Richard said, sitting with one leg over the corner of Sharon's desk.
"He was one of my men. Or, he had been. I thought him dead for a long time, until he suddenly showed up in a heretical ritual chamber beneath the city."

"Ah, yes. The place." Sharon said, suddenly remembering Marshall's original question.
"In the sewer beneath the Old District. We found a room. Ritual markers and animal bones all over. It looked more like a place of teaching rather than to build an actual army. It seemed like class was already over when we had arrived."

"Smart of your brother to use animal bones." Greymoon stated, downing his glass of wine before moving a hand up to stroke his white beard.
"People would be asking questions if bodies started disappearing from the graveyard. Nobody would suspect anything if someone bought some of the remains from a butcher shop. It's the season after all, plenty of fresh animal carcasses around this time of the year."