The cultist grins, openly; he's clearly pleased this is going well, so far.<br/><br/>The city he's been summoned into is relatively large; officially ruled by a hereditary king, though ruled in actuality by a council of rich and corrupt merchants, who use their puppet king to get their way and rule the city with an iron fist. The city itself isn't much better;most of the people tend towards the evil side of things, as evidenced by the not-quite-open, but very evil cult operating in the heart of the city, that called him.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the advancing army comes from the adjoining, and rather smaller, nations, though it's a coalition of elves, dwarves and humans, marching on this evil nation, after having crushed the evil nation's army, and is not advancing on its capital, relatively unopposed. At least, until Draiss arrived.<br/><br/>The cultist explains as much, though he puts quite a bit more spin on it, emphasizing that they were attacked (after provoking their opponents for years), and simply defending themselves, though he hardly hides the fact that they're quite evil; he merely justifies their actions in his explanation.