"Alright ass-hats, stand down and you can leave the city alive!" Collin shouted. The thug that threw the dagger looked at Collin, "And what can you do to make us?" The thug asked. Collin didn't know how to answer, he had to be sly, "Are you willing to find out?" he asked with an intimidating glare.

The thug drew silent, he didn't want a closed casket funeral like the three men the just died. "That is what I thought." Collin continued, "Now, this is what we're gonna do, you all get to leave the city, get a head start. We are going to report a full scale investigation on this place, so I suggest you do find another town to live, cause anyone left here is going to be arrested."  

Collin looked down to see an unconscious thug, the one he kicked. He'll be used to interrogate later. 

Alistar regains consciousness and looks around, unaware of what happened beforehand. "Where did those creepy people go?" Alistar gets up, and looks at his comrades. "Looks like we need some healing. I got this, Healing Spell: Healing Light!" Alistar slowly starts working on everyone's wounds. "We don't need anyone dying in here right?" Alistar quiets down in concentration, ignoring his own wounds and focusing on his comrade's. 

Alistar hums as he is mending his comrade's wounds, still ignoring his own. I need to make sure that no one else ever dies again, that is why I learned this magic. He sighs and continues, finishing all the ones he could see. "Is there anything else you need healed you two?"

Collin cleared his throat, "I'm fine, thank you Alistar." Collin sat down at the table the first set thieves were at, he stared at the thief he killed. Collin couldn't stop looking until he realizing what he was staring, he shook his head and shift his attention to the unconscious thief.

"When he wakes we are going to ask him questions about the guild." Collin stated. He sat at the table thinking how he was doing so far, but he remembered that Alistar would say thing before casting spell. He look toward him and asked, "Why do you say those things when casting a spell?" 

"It helps me focus on what I want my magic to do, so if I say it out loud then it becomes more powerful." Alistar smiles, sitting down. He winces for a second and hoped no one noticed.

"Ah I see, in the R.O.W. that stands for The Republic of Wyllmochvar, they attempted to teach older students to try to not shout their spell while being just as strong, so I found it strange." Collin said as respectful as he could.

He notice Alistar not healing himself, "Aren't you gonna patch yourself up? I mean you got hit in the face pretty hard." Collin said concerned.

"Hmm? No, I'm fine." besides, why would I want to? Alistar thought. He knew why he wouldn't do it, but felt like sharing that information was a little too deep. It's a job, I'm just going to be with them until the end of the job. Right? He sighs and leans back on his chair, staring at the ceiling, as if there was a home up there, waiting for him.

One of the unconscious thiefs began to stir. He propped himself up on his elbows. He seemed dazed and confused. Once he fully came to his eyes widened as he realized the severity of his situation.

"W-what do you guys want?" He asked terrified

Reginald was feeling much better thanks to Alistar's healing magic. He grabbed up the criminal by the colar of his shirt.

"Now" said the knight, "you are going to tell us everything we need to know about your organization. Understood?"

The terrified man nodded.

Sir Reginald continued, "What were you doing here?"

"W-we were using this old cultist temple as a hideout." The thief stammered, "there's a strange magic here we thought we could harness."

"Well well, looks like he hit something bigger here, so if this isn't the Thieves Guild, then where exactly is it?" Collin asked the scared thug. Collin had his hands to his waist staring down the man, but he seemed to keep his mouth shut. "Now, I will warn you, this man here is a kind man, and doesn't put up with your kin. He took a dagger to the arm, fought with a numb limb, and stood against the odds of 4 to 1, he won't just give up at a closed mouth." Collin warned the thief. "Don't bring some sort of honor to the honor less, especially to someone who truly knows honor."

He waited for him to talk, the thief slowly look to Reginald. 

The thief shuttered, "Alright alright, w-we are the theives' guild, but we were on assignment to uncover and possible use any magical artifacts from this old cult temple. Our higher ups wanted a specific amulet that was used for speaking the tongue of demons. They figured if we could communicate and win demons over to our side we could get an stronger grip on the city and kingdom as a whole."

His eyes pleaded at Reginald. "Please, let me live." He begged. 

"You will live scum, but in a prison until your debts to society have been paid!" responded the knight almost coldly.