Melissa
*Juna's gaze turned towards Zed as he showed the flyer, a look of question on her face.*
"They're in the forest...?"
*The Canifor would have thought that a church seemed like a more appropriate location considering what the original poster told them. Seeing the knife fly into the man, Jace would jump back from his investigations, hurriedly running back towards Juna.*

 *Preparing herself to leave for the forest with the others, Juna looks down at her now winded Jackal. Crouching down, she pet Jace on his head before looking in the direction he ran from at the old man. Seeing the knife-inflicted gash in his throat, Juna stood frozen where she half-sat.*
"Wha-"

 *She took a moment, staring at the man sorrowfully, not because she cared of him, but because it seemed like he had given the information they needed only to be killed right after. The Canifor stood up, her hand being placed on her bow, thinking there was hidden assassin, looking for its next target.*
"What... Happened to him..."
*She has finally gotten the words out, not sure if she actually wanted to hear an answer.*
Goldie
*Charles would catch a glimpse of the man's clone before it vanished, by following the angle of the throw. Not that it mattered, but at least for future reference the knight knew that his clones weren't just mere illusions. He had already figured out there was something more to this 'farmer', but why press on if he was only goin gto meet him with sarcasm? Having secured the information they needed, Leo turned back around, pitying the now dead 'cult' member. Why did the church want them dead? They just seemed like a bunch of junkies doing their own thing in the forest. Maybe they just didn't like anything being worshipped but their own 'god'. Tsk.*

`"Blame the church. He'd be alive otherwise."` *His words were plain and blunt, but they were true.* `"Let's get going while we have the chance. I don't like standing near a dead man in the city for too long."` *And with that he began to walk first. They'd join, there was no real question in that. If they were curious of something, they could ask on the way. This was a rather despicable seeming quest. Might as well get it out of the way and be done with it.*
James
*Zed would kill the man cold-bloodedly, though the street wasn't empty at all. People noticed the man throwing a knife and then him disappearing, summoning wasn't common, but certainly wasn't unheard of. The people knows that one of the party had caused this, because they didn't know anyone else who would've, seeing as they know no one else on the street has these skills. It isn't known who, but for the sake of fairness and because no one else was involved with the murder, Zed would be blamed and have a deduction of 5 gold from his pay, this would be getting off lightly and he could've recieved New Sunlight justice for this.*

*The party would make their way to the forest indicated by the flyer. It says something pretty easy to understand, 'A crescent stone marks the way, follow it and you will be there'. It was all literal, as the party would see a stone in the shape of a crescent moon on their path, one of the points is pointing where they came from and the other is in the bushs to the side of the path.*
Harold
"Well, this is it. Time to clear out the forest."

*He unslings his bow and nocks an arrow in it. Unknown to the rest of the party, his two clones would be following them in the forest, their swords ready, still hooded. He would then begin to carefully wander into the area.*
Melissa
*Juna unslings her own bow with a mild feeling of discomfort. After the death of the man on the street, Juna was starting to feel like she was about to help with a purge of a group of innocent people in the forest. Perhaps it was similar to when she we went out hunting, at least that's what Juna tried to tell herself as she notches and arrow in her bow routinely. This was a different feeling however, like she was about to go through with an assassination by whomever decided to put that poster up in the tavern. It left her lost in thought, questioning if that unknown person was any more trustworthy than the old man they had helped earlier. A deep sigh escaped her as she walked onwards. Her jackal kept close to her side, unlike any other time when he was in town. He walked in absolute silence, moving lightly on his paws as if trying not to scare away any prey in the area. Jace was more accustomed to hunting in an environment like this which is what kept him more silent than how he would be normally.*
Goldie
*The vampire followed alongside Zed, wandering alongside him with Juna to cover their rear. By now, he had readied himself. How would the 'farmer' go about this? He wondered, as wondering was all he could do in this situation. Try it hard as he may to cover it up, he was aware the man had summons, as he had caught a glimpse of it back on Borkton. So he'd surely use it again when it came to a group. As for what they worshipped, was it really all some mad trip? They may have to slay something else, though it could be as simple as a literal plant. Huh.*
`"For a farmer, you're chock full of surprises."` *He'd exclaim as his sword loosed itself from it's sheath. Should Zed pay attention, it was a shredder. The blade hummed very softly as it vibrated by the slightest degree side to side subtly to miss if you weren't observant, but enough to tell if you studied intensely.* `"Are we going to do this as directly as last time?"`
James
*They would find a small pool in the middle of a clearing in the forest, strange, but it could simply just be a mage creating water. Some people would be chanting some stuff around the pool, none of it is the same as the other, if you were to pay attention you'd notice that it's all just gibberish and nonsense. Some of them are just laying on the water, they seem to be asleep. Zed would count 6 people that are awake and that could possibly attack, then he would cound 4 other people whom are awake and that he's pretty sure that they aren't a part of the cult, just high.*
Harold
*Zed would hear Leo's remark and wondered how serious and attentive this guy was. He could hear the slight hum from his sword, and suspected it was quite powerful.*

"Ah, depends on what you mean by 'directly.'"

*Zed aims for the head of one of the closest cultists, letting the arrow fly, hopefully taking one of them down before climbing a tree to safety. His two summons would each wield a throwing knife, and the dark blades wold whirl and try and find themselves in the necks of two other cultists, standing around 20 feet away.*
Melissa
*The Canifor would watch Zed and his clones send their attacks toward the cultist members. Juna could never understand people that could kill others ever so easily, but she didn't say anything about it. She didn't raise her bow, not yet anyways as she couldn't help but stare at the group of people they were sent after. They all just seemed like a bunch of care-free individuals who had lost the majority of their sense to whatever it was that got them like that. Not wanting to be taken by surprise, Juna would walk over to a nearby tree and climb up it with little effort. Centering herself on a branch, the Canifor would draw back her bow string. She wasn't sure who to truly go for herself, merely switching between targets, none of which looking too appealing to her. Jace sat down beside the tree Juna climbed up, his amusement at an all time low. The jackal decided to sit patiently, waiting in case something happened to where he would have to jump in. As of currently, however, the jackal didn't show any physical signs of aggression instead focusing himself on not taking his eyes off the cultist group.*
Goldie
`"Your actions answered for me."` *This felt wrong. So he would simply shut down his mind and run. The vampire didn't think as he raised his sword, closing distance to the closest cult member and cleaving into his side. He didn't think as his strength would be enough to tear into any opponent in boiled leather, the shredder of a blade tearing through flesh, gut, and bone and painting the knight's side a crimson, thick and dark red. He didn't think about how far he had chopped into his victim, or the consequences it may follow, or the family he could have, or the lives his death would impact. He focused instead of his anger. Anger that the church wanted to kill these bastards. Anger that the church would pay good money for the death of druggies at worst. Anger that no one had put prices on their heads, else they'd find this blade cleaving through them. Instead, he was tearing into a man he didn't know, who may have simply enjoyed the euphoria of some mushroom and found others who he could spend his time with while doing it. How cruel this world was. How cruel Charles was for adhering to it's standards. But in the end... Money is money. And money was what we all needed to live. Survival of the fittest..*