[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]

	It could not have been [i]quite[/i] as simple as the fallen angel simply holing itself in, could it? Caleb here [i]had[/i] managed to get itself involved before they arrived - a fair bit before they entered the building, judging by how long the illusion of the sobbing woman had been up. 
	"If it's impossible for you to stop someone you're certain is intent on killing you by other means, or escape, then killing them would generally count as self-defense, which is often considered excusable," Yanin recounted, seemingly impartial and simply stating facts as he apparently continued to observe the room. [i]Usually.[/i] A divine - let alone a fallen angel or Caleb's kind- was less likely to be pardoned on the same grounds as a human. Unfortunate as it was, but the more you deviated from the ideal, the more predisposed against you people were likely to be.
	[i]A couple with silver swords[/i] - most likely the two witch-hunters he and the dark one had fought. It was quite likely it was Caleb's first time in Rodoria - and perhaps Feveesha's, if the carelessness of her revealing she was a summoner was anything to go by. It was lucky enough that the frentit-ghouls the fallen thalk had summoned met them rather than someone more vulnerable, and hence did only minor additional harm. 
	"How many ghouls did you create? In the future, it would best if no more were released - that, as a rule, won't be tolerated -, but for now, I am just trying to confirm the fates of everyone who was supposed to be in here, though I suspect I have already deduced." It was obvious enough for all but two of them, and inferrable for the latter. 
	It was possible items had been trapped within Caleb's newly formed body? Macabre, though it might explain how not even a scrap of fabric, a single finger- or footprint remained of the final guest. If they had entered the room first. And not attempted to fight Feveesha back as they were sacrificed. And not bled before being sacrificed themselves. 
	On the other hand, it was technically not even completely unthinkable the final guest had managed to flee before Lady Bor and her folks had gotten out, or hid somewhere else in the building. It was also exceedingly unlikely.  
	"Jordan, easterner, check the other rooms."

	Freagon moved. In twentieth of a second, Yanin had - from a seemingly almost relaxed pose as he stood observing the room - tensed, angled the silver sword and truncheon toward Caleb and let go of the male deigan. In a tenth, the Viper's blade was out, moving into a guard toward Freagon as his eyes identified the flying object as a silver coin (not likely to be immediately lethal) and a half-step brought him into a balanced stance facing side towards both. In fifth of a second, while Caleb was still in the middle of beginning to stumble back, the human knight had halted himself, having fully expected the nightwalker to have used the coin as a distraction to make an opening to rush the divine before it could recover, but evidently not following up. 
	A couple seconds passed during which the fallen angel was crashing into a wall and the nightwalker stood still - whether because Yanin had reacted in a way he didn't expect or for some other reason, no one in the Realms had any damned way of knowing, before simply offering,[i] “Not an illusion. Had to be sure.".[/i] Was that [i]it,[/i] or was he just thinking on his feet?
	"And you bloody couldn't figure out a way to test it that wasn't also an assault," the change in Yanin's voice subtler than could be anticipated. It wasn't really [i]angrier[/i] as much as his speech was simply slightly faster, slightly louder, almost, but not quite snapping a reply. 
	
	Not even [i]he[/i] was dumb enough to figure that someone, cornered and outnumbered, would just take a direct hit to the face and [i]not[/i] assume it preceded going for a kill. Because [i]he[/i] would assume that. He [i]had,[/i] and the only reason he wasn't actually engaged at this point was because his reaction times were much better than average and he was presently not afraid for his life, so he actually had the presence of mind to [i]process[/i] the absence of a follow-up. 
	It was still not even certain the same could be applied to Caleb, once it regained its footing.