No, that wasn't right...
Annan shook off his prejudice against the Judgment Hall.
The Judgment Hall had sent him to make contact with the Chaos Cult. That meant they wanted him to infiltrate the cult, work with them from the inside, and then round everyone up... How had he ended up back at that conclusion?
Thinking things through clearly had never been his strength. Whatever their plan was, the Judgment Hall was probably trying to tell him something.
Annan put excitement into his voice. "I finally found you!"
"Found us?"
A pained growl came from beneath his hood. "The Judgment Hall took my uncle. I'll never forgive them!"
"Your uncle?"
"My uncle is Albeck, an advisor to the commander of the Blackwatch Legion!"
For now, his identity was a relative of Blackwatch—Albeck's distant nephew.
If necessary, of course, he could also be an agent of Chaos.
The man in Leather Armor didn't know Albeck, but he knew what a Blackwatch advisor was. He was delighted by this unexpected find.
"But are you sure you're the Chaos Cult I've heard of?" Annan asked hesitantly, looking over the group. They were filthy, their swords were chipped, and several didn't even have weapons. They were wielding sharpened stool legs...
No one would believe they were a thieves' Knights' Order, either.
"You think anyone would dare impersonate the Chaos Cult?" the man in Leather Armor asked haughtily.
It was true that no faction would dare impersonate the Chaos Cult. But Annan had pictured an elite organization, full of people like Prince Aidan who could stir up a storm single-handedly—not a howling, Goblin-like rabble that couldn't scrape together a full set of equipment.
Oh well. He was here now.
The man in Leather Armor raised his cup. "The Chaos Cult welcomes you. Cheers."
Annan pulled