*While the Afflicted have beastly strength, Hulgyr's is, in fact, even greater than that of the smaller Afflicted, and Ironwolf is very large. Between the two of them, they manage to break loose one of the stalactites barracading a cell with a few cowering villagers. But the villagers remain in place, fearfully transfixed. Feeling a dark tainted weight upon his soul emanating from the midnight-black crystal, Ironwolf advances forward and uses his long reach to smash the evil thing asunder. As the aura fades from this cell, the villagers visibly revert slightly, from wild-eyed and panicked like an animal to a more natural fear and horror at the situation.*
"Tha...Hyrag bless you," a tattered woman manages, scrambling to grab some of the less respondant and leave the cell.
*Still leaning against the wall with crossbow in hand, Zaeryl shakes his head:*
"They'll never make it out alive without being killed by the Afflicted. And now what? Walk them out and let the great evil spread while we ignore it? Bring them with us to die in the coming onslaught? You really need to think things through. They would have been better off with a quick merciful end to their suffering, no?"