The whole ordeal was underwhelming for Coal. No dramatic battle, or tedious task. The shade happily spilled the beans about, well, everything so cooly. Coal suspected the shade had a lot of pent up spite towards the inexperienced summoner, or was it just bored? To Coal it didn’t matter what the shade felt, it’s how easily it handed over the information that bugged him. Making him feel very foolish, knife out and tense when all that was needed was to ask nicely.

No need for fights, even if the shade may have condemned a child’s soul to hell, it wasn’t their fault that happened, but the pity still hit him with a sharp pang. Even feeling relieved when it finally disappeared back to its own realm. Slipping the sharp ritual knife away, he cupped his hands together and exhaled sharply, “Well then, that was easier than I expected. What now?” He could only feel slightly annoyance when no one paid any attention to him, he was left playing the bystander again. Not that that was an inherently bad thing, it left him with more chances to just flee when needed. 

As Max made his call, and others lingered about, Coal and Cerberus curiously toying and inspecting the various tomes and books, actively avoiding going near any manga as they read up on spellbooks and magic galore. All too advanced for him, and absolutely useless to him, could help R&W though. 

His attention was immediately torn from the books as he heard low squawks emitting from the stairs as Hellbeak awkwardly stumbled down them, Cerberus snickering at the spectacle behind Coal. Their pick up had arrived and had not disappointed him. A complex portal, Hellbeak stumbling down stairs, and an invitation for a nice hot drink. An easy mission with a rewarding end, he couldn’t wait to hear the battle team’s side of the story.