For some reason that tickles old Azwel. "Would that I could--such magick would make me famous the world over!"

He sobers again quickly enough, though. "But I cannot, so, yes, back to the house we must go. Hopefully you are fed enough for now." A beat. "That blood will never wash out. We shall simply have to burn what you're wearing. It won't be the first time," he finishes a little darkly.

"Come. We must go back inside."