Memories of Holdenshire.

"Pah! How often do you get to explore some cultist temple... place... thing? I bet there's probably something neat down here!"
He looks around, then down.
"...Though I would settle for my own clothes. This robe is not my size!"

"The real wonderful thing about doors," Chester said dryly, "is that they most often work both ways."

He punctuated that by giving the lever a pull.

Garbuffel, who somehow had mastered the slightly crazed look that cultists typically donned to a disturbing degree, stepped out to confront his fellow halfling.
"Eh? No no, what good are kidneys? You need the heart for a proper meal!"

Scarfs has a dismayed look on her face upon see that she is a cultist! Kinda glad she got rid of that cultist robe earlier but still there is her picture with a likeness to ruin her. And gesh. Only 100 gp DEAD or alive.

"This is wrong and WE need to fix this. FAST." as she realizes the entire group is effected. She fairly much ignores the halflings existence at the moment.

Harsk raises raises his right hand in a no threatening manner. His burly as an orc, but thinner, like a human’s.
We’re not cultists, wee one. I don’t know where all that cane from, but it’s not who we are, I assure you.

"Really, then why are we wearing this?" Garbuffel said somewhat confused, indicating his cultist robes, insect sigil and all..

"I don't think I'm a cultist," Eronar says, sounding slightly unsure.

We are flipping victims that what. What is todays date?
We got to know how long we have been dominated by the bug.
Roark is a dwarf and proud of his hair and beard, but until this settles down, it might be best if he changed his appearance

"I'm pretty sure we're cultists..." Garbuffel muttered...

Evidently we’ve been kidnapped, and our memories swiped by magic. None of us wish to be part of a cult, or intended ever to be. Maybe if you simply point us in direction of a local temple, we can absolve ourselves of any taint and clear all this up.

Scarf advise everyone, "Those robes will get us killed. Best you hide them away." Scarfs has long since ditched her inside.

Scarfs who quite knows the ways of the streets produces some gold coins to her hand, "You know how much I would hate if I got caught. So, I do hope you can do well." There is a meaning of extreme violent response later if she comes back after being caught.

What kind of help do you need Belton Freedew?

And where can we go to change our looks? We need to do that as soon as posible, if we are to help eachother

Gesh. Hand maid runs to get a wagon. as she puts away her coins. Disappointment written all over her face.

Let's see this Dr. Timbellows then
Then we collect some dept at the goblins
Then supplies
Then we are off to see the witch
Sounds converluted, but duable. No need to waste time standing around

Chester tapped his chin, hoof-like fingertips rubbing together as he lamented his lack of tobacco, eyeing the man who seemed quite ready to assist them despite fearing for his life moments before. For some reason he suspected he was not hearing the entire story.

"And what were you doing back here, anyways?"