"So they planned to lure us into the canyon and slaughter us…" Cassian said, watching as Naset dropped the last cultist to the ground, blood leaking from their eyes and ears. Cassian didn't know what torture technique Naset had used, but it looked excruciating—each cultist had trembled and spilled everything within a minute. Intrigued, Cassian wondered if it would work on him, though the thought wasn't enticing enough to ask Naset to try it.
Naset nodded, his expression calm. "It was a solid plan. These flesh golems didn't seem too strong—I could've handled them, but it would've taken time to cut through each one." He glanced at Barok's lifeless corpse and smiled faintly. "But you stopped it by killing that mage before he could summon them. That's earned you a fine reward."
