Reflecting on The Group

The rest of the journey through the town played out much the same. A cavalcade of maybe a dozen young men and women, mostly men, who had become a part of this little cult. In every case, Aaralon could see that the thing that had drawn them to the cult was Sally. Even in the case of the other two women, it seemed they had been drawn by the lust for her body.

After the tour, Sally returned him to the Tavern with a promise that she would come to collect him and Aaralon found himself with some time to reflect on what he had learned.

The voice that had been whispering to him was already starting to fade but as it did it told him how he should deal with the meeting tonight. Not only that but it had whispered in his ear those among the member who need to be weeded out and those who should be kept. Although he wasn’t particularly sure exactly how he was going to do either of those things.

He spent the rest of the day mulling these points over and before he knew it Sally had arrived to take him to the meeting.