The tiefling lowers his head. "I will not lie to you – we are the children of the Horseman of Death. Our villa

The tiefling lowers his head. "I will not lie to you – we are the children of the Horseman of Death. Our village has worshiped him for hundreds of years. But we are not a secret cult. Everyone you see here, as well as their fathers, grandfathers and great grandfathers – and even the lying wretch who led you here! On the last new moon, she stood alongside us in prayer! This is our faith. We would pray to him, and he would help us survive in this dangerous land. But now, as it was foretold, the cyclopes have arisen from their graves. His servants of old bring good news! – But what did these faithless wretches do? They turned their weapons against his heralds, and even against their own neighbors! The Master has given us his sign. He wishes to reward us with his gifts. But they grew frightened and renounced their faith!"