They were passing a narrow ledge on the car; however, Enclave Sorcerers were waiting for them.
They launched a fireball at their cart. The kids fell from the cliff.
The four of them did not die at that time.
Those Enclave people did not give them an easy death. They had thought the kids had died. They feared their mission had failed. And failure was something worse than death for any Enclave agent.
They vented their frustration and agitation on those helpless four.
They tormented the four to their heart's content. But did not let poor souls have a respite of quick death.
When they were done having their way with their frail body and tortured soul, they sold them to the necromancers.
They probably thought it would be the best way to dispose of their bodies—to let the necromancers resurrect them as undead.
Those necromancers hurt the four with ritualistic torture, adding to their woes and pains.
