[h3]Jaelnec, Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Nabi, Yanin, Jordan and Madara – Bor Manor, Borstown[/h3]
“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.”
“Five. But...” Caleb answered Yanin's question. There was a brief pulse of divine energy in the air that Freagon, Irah and Lhirin would all feel, but it vanished as instantly as it began and lasted for but a fraction of a second. Immediately after, the thalk raised his hand and pointed to the east and a little toward the floor. “I sense a mundane in that direction, inside the building. I sensed it earlier, too. It did not attack, so I ignored it. I figured the wraiths and ghouls would find it sooner or later.”

Later, after Freagon had thrown his second rodlin and Yanin and Irah both had chastised him for it, Caleb used the time they spoke to get back on his feet, though he still seemed a little dazed.
Freagon merely listened to the words directed at him in silence, the visor of his helmet even more expressionless than the face behind it. Meanwhile his left hand moved at his waist, depositing the last two coins he had originally retrieved from his coinpurse back where they came from. His body-language did not change in the slightest, though he did lower his sword a bit further, dropping into a somewhat more passive stance.
“If I wanted to assault it,” he grumbled impatiently, “it would be dead.” As his left hand moved away from his coinpurse, Freagon snatched up the hilt of the dagger he had sheathed there and deftly brandished it so they could see, presenting its silver blade.
“Besides,” he added a second later, a dangerous coldness creeping into his voice, “it did try to kill us. Fair is fair. The fact that I made it move was an unexpected bonus.”
He very deliberately did not utter anything that could be interpreted as an apology.

“I am... fine,” Caleb hesitantly uttered as he awkwardly resumed the his stance from before, albeit seeming even more huddled now, as if trying his hardest to physically shrink away into the corner. His voice was trembling. He stared at Freagon with wide, brightly glowing eyes. He glanced at Irah for a second, questioningly, before returning to fix on the nightwalker. “I understand. I can... appreciate the candor.”