"It seems there’s no problem; the intruders are just that same bunch of drifters from outside. A bunch of damn nuisances, ruining my cigar and coffee before I could even finish."
After checking the surroundings with Inspiration, one of the Cultists relaxed, put away the wicked ritual dagger in his hand, and sat back down in front of his coffee and cigar to continue enjoying them.
The second Cultist, influenced by this relaxed atmosphere, sat down on the other side of the sofa, pulled a collection of poetry from his pocket, and began to read, putting on a quite literary air.
Chapter 498