The three of us glanced at each other, giving an encouraging nod, and walked forward into the plaza, my sword leading us. It didn’t take long for them to notice our approach. The cultists dropped the bodies where they stood and took out their wands, ready to cast their deadly spells. But they were held back by a simple command of the voice of a man who I have grown to hate so much of late. "Stop." All the cultists looked at the figure at the top, waiting for further orders, but ceased their actions. "Now, this is more like the reunion I thought we would have, Morgana."