Raven's attack was successful, snapping the cultist's neck. As the cultist sagged, the two shots from the gun knocked him into the wall, and he slumped to the floor, though the bullets rolled off the glowing red runes of the cloak.
Tarizel looked with just a slight expression of amusement at the fallen cultist. "Sore bastard. Should have left him at the altar. Oh well." He began to pace, waving a hand at the big man, "Stay there a moment, would ya?" The big man gave him a very dark stare but stood still.
"So, lets get the facts down. We got you gents up against big man, the caravan what's-his-name" - he pointed to the caravan master - "and me. We're all not so easy to take out, and Quisel out here is a pure demon. That means he can probably take you all out by himself. But there's another course here. Go back South. The North isn't a good place for anyone, especially humans, and there's weird shit up there that even I feel like keeping a distance from. So lets call it a draw. You guys walk back home, right out the door, and nothing happens."
He sat on the chest once more, that seeming to be his favorite spot.
"Lets see... you're safe enough in these parts during the day, and you should get to the border wood before nightfall, nothing to worry about down there... week journey, tops. No fighting, no nothing, just leave the witch here and take your leave. She deserves the next part anyways."
He raised his left eyebrow. "Yes?"
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The mud stopped as close as it could short of actually touching Ivan.
"
Jump." A rasping noise arose from bubbles in the mud. "
Jump now or lose all essence." The mud consumed a patch of leaves below and became a large gaping maw. "
Jump..."
