As the knight captain watched the savages before him suddenly "see the light" and even begin showering him with extravagant praise,
the anxiety that had gripped him finally settled completely.
Heh. Just a bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world.
The knight captain sneered inwardly, his eyes brimming with arrogance and contempt:
They thought beating a few ragtag Cultists meant they could turn the world upside down.
But the moment they heard Winterhold's mighty name, didn't they just lie down like dogs and wag their tails?
The knight captain's vanity had been thoroughly satisfied, and his murderous intent slowly gave way to disdain for these weaklings.
"All right, all right."
The knight captain waved his hand with supreme arrogance, cutting off the players' flattery.
He turned a condescending gaze on Ilyena:
"Priest Ilyena, since this was a misunderstanding, we'll let it go."
"We knights of Winterhold would hardly stoop to taking issue with country peasants like you."
"Thank you for your generosity, Sir Knight."
Ilyena lowered her head slightly, a timely expression of relieved gratitude appearing on her pure, flawless face.
She folded her hands over her chest and said softly:
"You must be exhausted after traveling so far, day and night, my lords."
"If you don't mind, please follow me to the church in the town's central plaza and rest for a while."
"Fog Town may be impoverished, but we would still like to offer the honored Winterhold Knights our sweetest spring water and provisions, and show you the Madonna's radiance while you're there."
Ilyena's words fit the knight captain's plans perfectly!
He had just been worrying about finding an excuse to venture deeper into Fog Town and investigate!
And now this woman was inviting them to the Divine Hall in the town center?
*The Divine Hall