Fenrir's bones started their familiar cracking and popping sounds as he turned back to his human form now that the fight was over. He watched the black smoke disappear on the winds satisfied that there were two less demons in the world. He gave one of the heaps of ash a good kick scattering it before mounting and preparing to continue his journey.
When he finally reached the city he was more happy to get about his task. The fight on the road had stirred his blood and he was ready to deal with these cultists. In a pleasant coincidence the guards seemed to recognize that he was of the Knights. "Yes that's correct. I am responding to a request by the council". He dismounts when he is requested to follow the guard. "Can do, but I'd appreciate it if we can stop by the stables on our way to hand of my mount", he said to the guard.
He thanked the guard as he left then approached the lamia and the dragon. "That would be correct. I'm assuming I'm here on the same grounds as my colleague here. So what's the plan so far? Do we know where these cultist are located, and what their plans are?" He studied the two beastfolk in front of him to try and get a read on them.