Cyborc turns against the men he's with, wiping them out with the two women. He feels a coldness inside of him, a dilemma between survival and betrayal. A laugh from behind stung deeper than his shame, the tiefling wizard, her wand raised and pointed at Cyborc. "Well, you do have my gratitude by making it less of a mess than it could have been. However, you must know about the history of these artifacts if you've appraised them so." The female cleric attacks Cyborc from behind, knocking him down onto his side and into the dirt. "And we can't have our whole plot revealed like that, now can we?" Cyborc only caught a glimpse of searing fire exiting the wand before darkness fell over his eyes.
