As you walk along the cold mountain path, you see a Fenring Cultist staggering through the snow. His blood matted in its fur. He collapses to its knees, clearly struggling to stay conscious. The creature looks up with a mix of fear and defiance in its yellow eyes, His breath coming in shallow gasps. He is clearly injured, his claws trembling. He meets your gaze. To your astonishment he begins to speak in a struggling tone

"Forsaken..don't.. kill me"