Trapped in his private misery, Yarek hardly responds to the kind words of the others at first, but eventually he releases Feray and looks around at you. Finding no words, apparently, he merely nods his appreciation.
Shaking himself and fingering a cut in his coat, Søren says, "The Inquisition is upstairs, cousin. Get yourself together. There are more of you down here, I take it."
"Yes. In the old cut, one of the last left-hand turns," Yarek says quietly, his voice raw from sobbing.
"The hellhounds will be down here soon," Søren notes. "Anyone I should particularly warn them off, or that I should be wary of? Or can they bite whom they please?"
Yarek looks as if this is a rather loaded question; glancing at Altan, he says in a low voice, "Horst Veddrekssen came down with...me. You've already got the most dangerous of...us down."
"He's already gone up," Søren notes crisply. "Anyone else?"
"Not really, no."
"Me, the hounds, Zoltan. It's probably enough, but you should send down Ocalan and his squad too."
Yarek's expression shows both his resentment at Søren's assertion of authority and the recognition that he hardly has a leg to stand on in making any complaint. "Right," he says finally. "I don't know what we're going to do with...her."
"If you want my advice," says Søren, "I'd say do whatever it takes to make sure she'll stay dead and throw her down a shaft. But perhaps the Inquisition will be satisfied with one heresiarch and not ask too many questions."
Looking at the group, Søren bows deeply. "I am indebted to you for your assistance this night," he says formally. "It shall not be forgotten." Yarek hesitates, looking at Søren, and then bows even more deeply. "The House Thott is indebted to you," he says. "It shall not be forgotten."
The cousins straighten and look at each other, and then Søren moves off down the tunnel with Pyrrha and Erebus trailing him, the pieces of the hellbeacon in his hand. Yarek looks down at Feray then at you, obviously seeking your advice about what to do with the demonic priestess.
