"The cult? You want me and my sister to get involved with that business?" Clyde questioned with widened eyes.
"I'm not forcing you to, I thought that I might as well as ask, you know?" Ben shrugged.
"I don't know, that sounds bloody mad; a good way to be killed I'm sure," he crossed his arms.
"True, the risk is high. But the stories they'll tell and the fame it'll bring for you and your party would carry over for generations—aided in the defeat of the Deuctus Cult, initiators of the great fire and scourge upon Burnetrout," Jotou worded.
Although his face remained sceptical, his foot was tapping against the floor alongside the leg that was shaking in potential excitement. "Hmm, I can't speak for Colwyn, but this is like a, briefing you say?"
Jotou winced an eye, "Sure, if you wanna see it that way."
"I'll hear you lot out," that reply was too quick.
"Noice!" Ben fist-pumped.
