"As you wish, Master!" Nora immediately interjected, stepping forward. She glanced a little unhappily at Leki, but said nothing about him.
Instead, she looked sternly at the gathered cultists, or, as she would rather call them, "Acolytes!" she boomed in a domineering tone. Instantly, each one of them, including Leki, looked at her reverently. "Make way, so that the repentant can step forward."
Cocking an eyebrow, Erik watched the group shuffle around, but still not touch the bound and gagged ones in the back. Meanwhile, Leki stepped aside and joined his father with a complicated expression.
After the others made way, a small, somewhat sheepish group of eight stepped forward and immediately sank down to one knee. "G— Greetings to the Wolf-Sire!" they stammered in harmony.
Erik looked at them strangely, then turned to Nora with an obvious question on his expression.
"Confess to our lord why you are here," Nora ordered, her tone low, lightly threatening.
