As far as the party is aware they are out of sight of the cultists and kobolds for now. There is not much to hide through going forward, however, as the houses end on this lane and the road goes up a hill toward the Keep. The occasional bit of shrub brush lines the pathway, and the light of the night is helpful cover, but it is still fairly open going forward. Only a tree stands here and there, scattered, with poor covering. Watching the cultists and kobolds you can see they rest halfway between the keep and the last house on the lane, around three minutes down the road or so.

Vitre leans in a little to the cultist "Well, surely you know where you were taking your plunder.  And I want to hear how one becomes blessed." 

Looking at the small force blocking their path, Pardot says "We may need to fight past them. Wait for the others?" He then refreshes the magic on the stones that he, and two of the family are carrying.

Baerdin joins the family trying to get them to the keep. “Yes i thinks it’s best we hold here out of sight till the others get here that way if we do have a fight on our hands we atleast have better numbers on our side.”

"Cult of the Dragon……"
Kaluma repeats the words as if she is tasting the name of her enemy. Finally she knows who is really behind the murder of her family. Her heart is burning with hatred,but her mind is as cold as iron. The iron just likes the blade in her hand. Kaluma whispers back to Vitre in Infernal.
"⬛⬜▽▽▽◁◁…….▼▼▼□▷▶▶"

While Vitre is talking with the cultist. Kaluma folds her wings and lowers her weapon. Slowly and silently, she moves to the masked man's blind area. 

 Gavoi would ready the magic flow in his body, turning his skin a sheen of brass, ready to fight if he must

"I can always make a cloud of fog.  Blind them all and we can all quickly make a dash to the keep."

Galdrum readies his crossbow and looks to the others while in thought. "The fog sounds like the best plan out what we have. If it comes down to it we can send them ahead and stay behind to fight."

"Taking our plunder?" the cultist laughs, a bit weekly, but his head turns away and a frown curls at his lips. "In the foothills. You'll find our camp there, but well, if you think this is all we have...we're a raiding party. Those of us here, that is." His lips quirked up. "As for being one of Her chosen, well--" he cuts himself off before he can finish. His gaze darts over to Kaluma, eyes wide and terrified. His words cut off and he says no more.

Linan glances at the party and whispers, terrified, "Shouldn't we wait for the other two?" She glances to her children and then down the road. The way froward is blocked, the cultists keeping a clear eye out. From this distance the words don't carry, voice soft as they speak to one another, but they do seem alert and growing more alert or alarmed as time passes.

Vitre senses this conversation is nearing the end of its usefulness.  Whether the demon shows mercy, remains to be seen.  Vitre presses upon the cultist's mind.

The shadow of a great dragon rises. A voice booms "You have failed me.  You are not worthy of my blessing"    The psychic assault strikes at cultist's devotion.

"If we wait then we might not get a chance to avoid more fighting..." The dwarf pauses and reaches into his pack. "If I had more time I could use a bit of my own skills to create a distraction."

Baerdin looks to Galdrum “I don’t know if we move ahead we may lose the other.. I might not like the killin of the defenseless but I wouldn’t want them to run into this group head ov us. Besides the more blades at our back the better if  anythin turns south.”

(Father wouldn't like this…)

A part of Kaluma said. The girl's father, Baron Garrus was a man of honor. He treated people fairly, showed sympathy to the lowlifes and always kept his word. He might free the masked man. But….

(Father was died.Killed by one of them…)

From the eyes of the cultist, the Tiefling's body was hidden by shadow. Only her eyes are glowing in the darkness like two burning coal. Occasionally dragon breath illuminates her face.The girl looks calm,even gentle. She smiles at the man.

"I'll let you go"

And Kaluma stabs the man's eye.

There is a second where a grimace crosses the masked face, lips pulled up almost pained as a shiver wracks his form, and then the second passes and the cultist moves. He scrambles to the side with a snarl on his lips and brings up his scimitar to knock aside Kaluma's blade. He stands up, blade held in front of him, teeth bared.

"I won't go down without a fight."

"I'll give you a chance to survive. Let's see if you can seize it!"

The Tiefling snarls back at the mask man. Now with a weapon in her enemy's hand Kaluma feels much relieved. At least he isn't helpless anymore. She starts the dance of death to the music in her head.

Lord Vitre smiles, "Yes, let's end this quickly.  We must be going..."

Galdrum nods and sighs, jamming his crossbow onto his back as he instead reaches into his pack and begins to tinker with tools until he finds something. He begins to mess about with it since it seems that they will be waiting for a bit.

Just when Kaluma prepares her killing blow, a girl's voice whispers to her.

(You are getting better, Wielder.…now I teach you a new trick)

Kaluma feels her rapier shivers in her hand. A booming energy encompasses her blade. Shocked by her new power, the Tiefling girl spreads her wings and flies up to the sky after she attacks the cultist.

It takes but a moment after the cultist scrambles up and out of the way for Kaluma to dash right back in to his space, fingers dancing along her blade as she whispers words under her breath, and within that next second as the blade swings up, sparking with arcane energy, there is the crackling sound like thunder and the cultist topples to the ground gurgling out his last breath before falling still. The spray of the blood falls across Kaluma's face as she jolts into the air from shock--from the spell, from the blood, or from the dead cultist only Kaluma really knows.

Lord Vitre finishes removing the leather armor from the cultist and grabs a scimitar and mask. 

“This may come in handy later. Let’s quickly join the others. They are waiting for us ahead.”

For 3 or 4 second,Kaluma hears nothing but her own heavy breathing. He is not the first man she killed. But this is the first time she breaks a promise and takes life without honor. Kaluma tries to wipe the blood from her face but only ends up spreading it more. 

"…Let's go. Linan is waiting for us"

Kaluma says in a shaky voice. She holds out her hand toward Vitre. There is a strong determination on her face.

"Give the mask. I have a plan."