Neil was nearly cut by a flailing cultist, but by the skin of his teeth he managed to sidestep a wild slash from a cleaver and stick the cultist in their stomach with an instinctive riposte. He heard a gurgle of blood, and then a giggle that broke through it, followed by the cultist swinging a backhanded strike that nearly took Neil's head. He cursed and ducked just in time, and did the same back to the vile chaos worshiper, taking their head with a swift slice. The sharpened short sword tore through fabric, bone, and flesh easily, and the head went spinning into the tangle of branches left by the fallen tree. Neil was about to wipe the sweat from his brow when Emmaline tumbled into him, sending them both to the ground. Emmaline fell atop him, and he blinked away tears from the smoke. Flames must have caught on the tree. 

"You good babe?" 

"Yeah, but the others are dead." 

"That sucks," he acknowledged, and the two swiftly got to their feet, though they remained close. Both rogues looked around, and what cultists their were left were either on fire or maimed, and the rest had either been crushed or had fled into the wilderness. The horses remained in their spots, however. Neil grabbed Emmaline's hand. "C'mon babe!" 

"Wait!" She said, pulling on him. He looked back, and she bit her lip. "Shouldn't we search the bodies?" 

Neil paused for a second, and if Emmaline did not know any better, she could hear mechanical cranks whirring in his head as he processed the thought. His eyes then lit up as if a 'bing' sounded, and he shook his head. "I promised you the palace and Ghal Maraz, remember? This is chump change." He reasoned, though of course, he felt it best not to grab [i]more[/i] chaos artifacts if they could help it, when there was so much uncursed gold in the largest city of the empire. It was also lucky for them that beasts seemed normal, albeit a bit spooked by the tumult. Perhaps it had been the carriage itself, or the cultists that had caused the steeds their abilities. 

Either way, Neil felt assured when their eyes were normal and the allowed Neil and Emmaline to untie their reins and mount them without issue, fleeing off into the night to leave the bodies of the bandits and cultists to burn.