It was a nice piece of magic. The five cultists began slashing at each other with their blades. We simply stood back and watched as the halflings did our work for us. Within moments, it was over and all five cultists lay dead on the ground.
(Enchantment +10, Fighting +5, Warcraft +5)
The halfling who had hired us returned to the crypt.
"I am ashamed to say that those cultists are relatives of mine," he said, his eyes on the dead halfling on the slab in front of us. "This was my great-great-grandfather. I believe that they were planning to raise him in order to have him retroactively change his will and give the estate to their side of the family."
"Please clean this up before you leave," he said as he handed over a large bag of gold and left the crypt.
(Gold +180, Fame +1)