"Where's the windmill?" Kasha wondered.

"I am not leaving her to die here, Bruvir! I don't care if she's a cultist, she's a person! Did working with then Zhents dry up your heart like theirs?"

Feliara lashed back angrily towards Bruvir before sighing and closing her eyes. What Kasha said was true, she was dying, but the eladrin wasn't going to let her pass away if she was around. She focused a bit of her magic, hopefully enough to stabilize her. Casting cure wounds, she let the healing energies flow into her, mending some of her injuries and with a bit of luck, stopping her from crossing to the other side.

"Come on lass, you're gonna make it. Just another push and you'll be fine..."

• Cure wounds: 4

Avys, standing towards the back of the group ponders for a moment, "Cultist or not, we shouldn't just leave someone to die... she might also have additional information for us once she's feeling better." Avys will help sit the woman uprite as Feliara takes care of the healing, giving her some water in the process. "Perhaps this lacks tact, but someone should check the other bodies to make sure there isn't any more info we can take from this scene." 

Naumick nods, moving wordlessly to check the other bodies.

Investigation: 17

"Why show her mercy?  Did you forget why we're here in the first place?  They blew up a storming building in broad daylight!  If we had run into her healthy with her former cohorts, they would've attacked us on sight and we would've defended ourselves; likely leading to many deaths.  And if it were the reverse situation, would she let you live?  They're bad people.  Let's get whatever useful information we can from her then move on."  Having said his peace, Bruvir looked past where the bodies to see if there was anything noteworthy or if the path continued.  If he spotted nothing amiss, he'll start moving forward to see what's ahead.

• Perception: 16

The other bodies don't contain anything of value except daggers, and the rest of the mausoleum is safe at the moment. Empty sconces adorn the walls. Cobwebs and dust indicate that no one has tended to this place in a long time. Stone coffins in alcoves contain dust and bones. The woman breathes a sigh of relief as healing magic seals her wounds. "Thank you for that. We were ambushed by our own cultist. I should never have joined."

"Situation is what matters, and I don't care if she would have stabbed me. You worked for the Zhents, and maybe a few years ago we'd be enemies!"

She was going to continue but the woman's words interrupted her. She nodded to show appreciation to her good friend Avys before returning to her.

"No worries, ma'am. You need something? You can crash in our tavern tonight if you need protection and a place to sleep."

"My boyfriend convinced me to join the cult. What a mistake. I just want to get out of here and go home. Why are you here, by the way?"

Avys rolls his eyes at Bruvir's comments, "You mean well, I know it, but there's no need to be too harsh at this point in time." he turns and looks at the girl "And what happened to your boyfriend? Was he here tonight as well? We're.... well we're following a lead of sorts, trying to sort out the madness that's been happening in this city."

"It's all over the stone Nim delivered. The Stone of Galorr. They took it. My boyfriend convinced me to join the cult, and now he is dead. I knew it was all trouble. They betrayed us. Arn and Seffia betrayed us. They would likely have taken the stone to the old windmill in the Southern Ward. It's where they hold their own ceremonies worshiping Asmodeus."

At the mention of Asmodeus, Kasha startles.

Naumick grimaces at the word, too, offering a quick, encouraging pat on Kasha's shoulder. "Where do they hold these ceremonies? It's perhaps time we liberated that stone from these numbskulls," he casts a glance toward a few of his allies. "It seems some of us are itching for a fight anyways."

"The windmill. That blasted windmill.." she says.

"Well..."

She tried to calm herself with a few deep breaths, between Bruvir, the mysterious girl and now the lord of the nine hells she was starting to get nervous. Shit went downhill pretty fast, fast enough to rip the feathers of a chicken.

"Kasha, love, what do you think we should do? You've been silent the whole time..."

Naumick grunts at the question aimed at Kasha. "It's obvious, kid. We need to get that stone," he says. "Even I know we shouldn't be opening portals to the Nine Hells around here. Question is not what should we do....but what can we do?" He grips his crossbow tighter, standing to leave. "And how long do we have?"

The dwarf sighs audibly, reflecting on his situation. At no point when hired to come to this gods-forsaken metropolis did he ever consider he'd be getting invested. After all, he still had a job to do. Another audible sigh as his eyes flitted from one ally to another, lingering for a few seconds on one. "What think you Syl?"

"My friend Misha always told me to be wary of those who worship Asmodeus." she says grimly, through squinted eyes, not really looking at anything. "Hell and their minions are bad news." Nodding with Nomnom, she agreed. "I have the feeling that stone is important if Asmodean cultists are now involved. We might want to head to that windmill."

Syl's brow furrows at the mention of Asmodeus. The shit stained deeper than it seemed, apparently. He crosses his arms and tilts his chin upwards to think. He had little else to turn, little else to look forward to that wasn't in this city or this small group of friends. Syl didn't consider himself cowardly - well, maybe a little. Asmodeus and cultists were beyond him, yet these fools would likely throw themselves into something they didn't understand anyways. He comes to a conclusion and opens his eyes.

"I believe I speak for all here - except possibly the cultist on the ground - that none of us want anything Asmodeus-related to be within this city. If the cultists picked up an artifact of importance that aids them somehow, that spells bad news for Waterdeep. If this is recent, it can likely be stopped - and if we're feeling altruistic, chasing down and stealing the stone from them is the right thing to do. It's dangerous, of course - but I have the feeling some of you will go in regardless and I don't plan on having any of you die." He raises a brow. "Besides, I feel we can organize a pretty penny with the city guard for stopping something like this." 

Avys turns his head abruptly as he hears her words and raises an eyebrow and the mention of Asmodeus. "Yes, let's take care of these cultists as quickly and efficiently as possible. This can get really ugly, really quickly so let's get a move on and perhaps we can talk payment with the guards once we survive this, right Syl? Oh and no splitting up this time, yes?" He stands up and brushes off his clothes before readying himself for potential combat, adjusting his straps and testing his tools, glancing over at the others to make sure they are okay to continue, "Now would be a good time to let us know any other important information miss. We can't go in blindly so the small pieces of data you might have would prove useful." 

"I've only been to the windmill once, and that was only from a dis-"

"To the windmill!" Kasha jerks up, pointing to the ceiling and looking in a random direction.

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"Situation is what matters, and I don't care if she would have stabbed me. You worked for the Zhents, and maybe a few years ago we'd be enemies!"

She was going to continue but the woman's words interrupted her. She nodded to show appreciation to her good friend Avys before returning to her.

"No worries, ma'am. You need something? You can crash in our tavern tonight if you need protection and a place to sleep."

"Well a few years ago, I was a Storm Giant living at the bottom of the sea so I doubt we would've been friends."  Bruvir huffed.  "But we're together now, as allies, and I don't consider her, a cultist of Asmodeus! - to be an ally; at least until she proves herself worthy of such a title."   

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Syl's brow furrows at the mention of Asmodeus. The shit stained deeper than it seemed, apparently. He crosses his arms and tilts his chin upwards to think. He had little else to turn, little else to look forward to that wasn't in this city or this small group of friends. Syl didn't consider himself cowardly - well, maybe a little. Asmodeus and cultists were beyond him, yet these fools would likely throw themselves into something they didn't understand anyways. He comes to a conclusion and opens his eyes.

"I believe I speak for all here - except possibly the cultist on the ground - that none of us want anything Asmodeus-related to be within this city. If the cultists picked up an artifact of importance that aids them somehow, that spells bad news for Waterdeep. If this is recent, it can likely be stopped - and if we're feeling altruistic, chasing down and stealing the stone from them is the right thing to do. It's dangerous, of course - but I have the feeling some of you will go in regardless and I don't plan on having any of you die." He raises a brow. "Besides, I feel we can organize a pretty penny with the city guard for stopping something like this." 

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"I've only been to the windmill once, and that was only from a dis-"

"To the windmill!" Kasha jerks up, pointing to the ceiling and looking in a random direction.

Then turning to the others, Bruvir continued.  "And I'm in agreement, anything related to Asmodeus is bad business that I'd rather nip in the bud before its evilness can grow.  The longer we wait, the more likely they are to succeed; so I say we get on with it and ruin their little party."  Then turning to the cultist's direction, Bruvir relented and added, "And if you're all really so worried about her, we can drop her off somewhere 'safe' on the way."  And with that, Bruvir headed tto the stairs and back towards the surface.

Kasha led the woman out of the masoleum. "Come on. Off you go now. Shoo!"

We all headed to a decrepit building in the Southern Ward that used to be a windmill, based on the directions the wounded cultist gave us. The crumbling, two-story stone building was a windmill long before the city rose up around it. 

We stood outside the structure, deciding which door to enter on the ground floor.