He goes out of the town some ways, near where you first met him. There are three people waiting for him. One that looks like a half-elf, that wears camouflaging clothing and a shortbow (she sits in bright light, what kinda defeats the purpose.) One that looks so much like a clichee-maga that it hurts (robe with arcane symbols and a bright pointy hat with stars on it.) And a nicely-dressed male spokesperson who either has used a lot of cantrips to keep himself clean or has magic pants and a magic shirt.
"Ah, Mart. I saw a rather lack of corpses littering the farms. Can you explain that to me?" Mart stands there pretty calm and collected. "I think we got it all wrong, I talked with some…" He get's interrupted by the other man. "You talked to people?!" He shakes his head, stiffling a laugh. "What did he tell you? What did our master tell you? He told you to don't talk to others, because they are in thrall of our enemies! How could you get that wrong?"
He shakes his head again for emphasis. The half-elf is still on lookout and the maga takes a step forward, exactly when Mart want's to get some words in.
"Don't be so harsh to him, Sigmund! Everyone of us could get turned around, but that's why we are here. And you know what the best thing is? Despite him having doubts Mart is still with us. He still have come to us, to talk about his doubts and we can help him see the right path again."
She hugs herself, clearly moved by her own words. She seems shocked after Mart talked. "Get off, I don't want to go back." She stutters a bit. "B-b-but why?"
Mart sighs. "You know I was in the town and..." He get's interrupted again. "You also get into the town? Are you freaking mad?! That was the one thing you should have never ever done why you…" This time Mart interrupts him. "It's fine, the people there are fine. They don't want to exploit anyone, no one is under the tyrannic order of the high priest, they just want to live in peace and to forcefully tnterrupt that peace is just horrible. I don't want to do that anymore."
There is a heavy silence that hangs in the air. It get's interrupted by Sigmund. "You know we have to bring you back now, don't you?" The half-elf looks to Mart, as does the maga, though her face is heavy with concern. Mart's hands get to his sword though he doesn't draw it. "You could try, but I will defend myself and who knows perhaps I kill one of you." Sigmund throws his hands up in the air. "Ok, you know what? You can stay here." He get's a confused look from the maga but he explains himself. "I can't convince you with my words, our mission was to check up on you and if possible bring you back. It may be possible but I don't want to endanger my brethren, that does include you Mart." Sigmund gives him an intense look. "You may rethink when you see the dark, Sludge that is hiding beneath the surface of the citizens you begin to endear that much. You know where to find us."
He turns around and just begins walking.