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The little automaton did not attack, though.

Instead, it spoke.

"Greetings, Lords and Ladies," it said in a gentle metallic voice. "You are Lord Marrintus Thiel and his companions, correct?"

As it turned out, however, there hadn't just been something moving between the trees to Rolf's left. While everyone was looking for something on the left hand side, several figures jumped down a nearby ridge from the right, one leaping directly down at Rolf and thus dragging him off Moira's horse.

Judging by their dark robes and strange masks, there was no doubt about it: these were Dragon Cultists.