Slind was at something of a loss for words, but the just shrugged helplessly. "Well, I did tie them up. Ankles and wrists," he said. "But they are cultists to some penis worshipping demon thing so... maybe they coat themselves in lube fore going into battle?" Slind offered. The Sorcerer wasn't sure how they were even able to stand, much less get any distance away at all without making noise and alerting the group. Still, that didn't matter now. "But well... regardless, we should probably get them..." he said, following after Øystein.