"You're sick of seeing innocent people die, then we're one and the same. I'm also with you."
Mobir walks forwards though the crowd towards the rest of the surprising group of heroes, hoping not to get caught up in any more commotion.
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Mobir stood frozen in place, in shock from what had just occurred. He didn't know who these people were, but he knew that they were now allies of his. "Thank you for saving me from this mess, I don't know who you people are but in order to save someone such as myself you must also be followers of Angradd, correct? In that case, we fight for each other. What do you suppose we do to get out of here?"
A look of dread washes over Mobir's face, knowing that every second that passes is a second closer towards his demise. "You say I'm accused of sleeping with a witch?! I've got no memory of such a thing, this must be the work of her witchcraft. Surely as a man of god myself you must believe me"
"I plead... not guilty." Mobir stated, his hands anxiously fidgeting at the ropes looking for some way out of the mess that he found himself in. "What leads you to believe that I've engaged in the art of witchcraft?" Mobir questioned, taking the insurmountable odds that he can talk his way out of death. Hoping that someone in the crowd can save him from this situation, Mobir scans the crowd to see if there's anyone that he recognizes who may be able to help him.
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