"Hmm. Guess you're not gonna change your mind, eh ?" Zork says, looking at Alexander. "Oh well, too bad. Farewell beast !" he declares, with a somewhat regretful voice and a disappointed look on his face.
After quickly getting over the death of his potential new friend, Zork sat down, looking at the remnants of his club. Finding a new one would prove to be a hard task, he thought. After all, it's not like giant pieces of wood grow on trees ! Well, they do, but still, not as easy as it sounds. But before going to find a new weapon, Zork felt like there was still something else he had to do. He pondered this for a moment, looking around the room, before suddenly getting up as he remembered. "That's right, that shady looking guy vanished before summoning the beast !" he thought. Zork had no doubt that he would stir up some more trouble if they didn't find him first. With that in mind, he turned to the other silverblades, and spoke.
"Hey, it had slipped my mind because of the beast, but the leader of these fanatics escaped before summoning the beast. We should probably go after him, so we can fight more bea- I mean, so we can prevent him from causing more problems." He then paused for a moment, before resuming. "Maybe we can find clues pertaining to where they might have went in here ?"
Look for clues about where the remaining cultists might have escaped to.