There was little desire to delve into the cultists' belongings, but the subtext of the situation did not encourage turning up one's nose.
- I'll take care of it, sir. Take a breather, and... - a wooden gaze coldly glided over the "hostage", then once again over the dead bodies.
Seeing no need to comment further, the soldier stomps off to carry out the task.
Added 11 minutes later
if they are locked up, then they can be opened with Nebosom, and I will search them 🤓