The Mountains of Madness
Caleb had gone to wait in the boat with his crossbow out, silently passing over another pair of coins to the daemon as the others asked their question. He clutched the side of the boat one handed as it fell, gritting his teeth to deny the daemon the pleasure of hearing him yell as they fell into the darkness.
He adjusted quickly to the change though, and once they reached the island approached the werewolves with his weapon raised. His eyes burned with loathing of the creatures in front of him as he saw their victim dead on the ground, and he returned their growls with his own bared teeth, a clear challenge. He raised his crossbow and for an instant, he seemed ready to open fire, diplomacy be damned.
But in that void, in the moment between inhalation and exhalation where you lined up the kill shot, he did something he'd rarely done in his professional career. He hesitated. For a brief instant, he saw Crocutiel, ragged and skeletal, having fallen victim to the loathing and condemnation inside him right now. He saw the wolves, saw past the aggression and the growling and the claws, and saw something... unexpected, in their eyes. Fear. Animals backed into a corner, ready to lash out in desperation against the big scary monster come to kill it. In that instant he would have sworn he heard a familiar mocking laugh on a nonexistent breeze as the symbol about his neck tightened like a noose, a warning, even if it was only in his mind. In that moment, he saw past the fur and the fangs, and he just saw people. Not civilians, not enemy soldiers, just people, frightened and trying not to show it. In that moment, Caleb the Soldier was gone.
Caleb the Sarenite released the breath but not the bolt, a certain tension escaping his shoulders as he moved out of a combat ready stance, lowering the weapon but not shouldering it entirely, still mindful of where he was. He unloaded the bolt and stowed it back in the quiver, before glancing to Hester. "This'll go easier if you put the knife away Hester, you're putting them on edge," he said, before turning his full attention to the werewol- people. "You should listen to my friend, we're not here to fight. We need to talk to Jezelda about a mutual enemy, and then we'll go."