You move forward towards the pass. There is little sound except for the hooves of your horses, Nefius' labored breathing, and the chill wind blowing around you. As you reach the base of the pass, three figures rise from a crouched position fifteen feet above you on the top of the ridge. "Hold, Nefius! I see you have a friend with you. This is admittedly unexpected, but isn't anything that will halt our judgment of you. Nefius, you are charged with apostasy. What say you to this charge?"
"I will have nothing to do with a faith that helps the ruination of man. You would have us become barbaric abominations, when I wanted to rule over a civilization. What good is it to rule mud and plants when I once sat among gold and wine? No, I would rather not help rule over a wasteland of mindless servants and destroyed humanity."
"Ruination? We are the saviors of mankind!" The two begin to argue, and more shapes begin to gather around the three. These are zombie-like Dorinthians, such as you had recently fled from.