"Not all of them," is the incredibly unreassuring response, the confusion left to sustain itself for a few moments longer as he steers them back towards the yawning ritual room. Even as they walk, the other cultists have caught up, the glint of metal in the flames that are moody and muted unmissable. There's no reason for any of them to put those sharp blades away. Not when the Dark Urge's new pet has proven slippery.
Only once they're through the entryway to the ceremony chamber, and the altar that sits proud in the middle of it, does he clarify.
"Your life is not forfeit, but you would be wise to not run again. You will not meet your end for as long as I am satisfied with you, but I cannot promise the conditions of which you will be kept in should you continue to test this hospitality."
Simply put, if you run again I will make you wish you were dead.
The steps leading down to the altar are deep and tall, but if Gortash misses any, he'll find himself suspended in the air by the firm grip at his neck. Whether or not it wrenches his joints uncomfortably doesn't seem to factor in.
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Only once they're through the entryway to the ceremony chamber, and the altar that sits proud in the middle of it, does he clarify.
"Your life is not forfeit, but you would be wise to not run again. You will not meet your end for as long as I am satisfied with you, but I cannot promise the conditions of which you will be kept in should you continue to test this hospitality."
Simply put, if you run again I will make you wish you were dead.
The steps leading down to the altar are deep and tall, but if Gortash misses any, he'll find himself suspended in the air by the firm grip at his neck. Whether or not it wrenches his joints uncomfortably doesn't seem to factor in.