Crossbow in hand, loaded and ready, the wizard prepares for the most important part of a battle in this scale; the victory walk. Puffed with reassured confidence that this bloody mess will end with the demise of the blasphemers and cheaters, Zarien strolls out of the door, posing as if he had single-handled killed Elminster himself and starts to preach in his high-pitched voice that could just as well be the mating call of a very ugly bird. "Your numbers are dwindling, blasphemers of the word of Mystra! Surrender all of you that don't hold good in your hearts and give up your wicked ways."