After the fourth night of the new detective researching the forest, and the other lower cultists trying (and failing) to attack them, the cult leader decided to oh so graciously help them kill that stupid researcher 6 nights later.

Leading the group of cultists, the leader walked over to the burning fire, the bothersome detective obliviously chopping down trees to fuel that fire that no one asked them to make.

Looking around, the leader realized that a cultist was missing. What kind of disciple wouldn't help the group kill the detective in the name of The Deer?

Deciding that the group of cultists would survive well enough on their own (they did not), the leader snuck away from the bunch, walking back over to the church where he assumed the absent cultist was.

Walking into the mostly empty church, his footsteps echoing in the large space, the leader's eyes narrowed at the sight of the cultist, fiddling with a medkit as he wrapped a bandage around his badly bleeding leg. It seemed as if he had tried to attack the researcher earlier today, as if he was trying to prove his worth.

Deciding to go help the idiot, the leader sauntered over to the cultist, helping him wrap the bandage around his leg, not giving him a word.

"Oh.. thanks .."