"You'd better be," the Templar said darkly as he sheathed his sword "if there were more Templars here, I'd take you in for questioning about your curse. However, since I'm the only one, I have no choice but to take your word for it."
Caiden didn't give that an answer - except a simple nod.
"Well, I believe ye." Agethar said, looking at the mutated venator apprehensively.
Again, he said nothing, though he gave another silent nod, this time a grateful one.
Malvolio snorted and said, "I suggest that you renew whatever illusion that hid your curse from us: the next people to see you probably won't be as forgiving as us."
Caiden gave a short growl and said only, "It wasn't an illusion."
Allya, meanwhile, turned to the demon once more and said, "Thank you for the information. Now farewell, and may we never meet again."
And with that, Allya performed the necessary rituals to banish the demon back to the Underworld. He caused no fret or fuss, standing in silence and even closing his eyes as a great gout of flame built and erupted at his own feet, trapped within the circle - and then, in a flash of fire and the stink of brimstone, the demon was gone.
Caiden, meanwhile, took the opportunity to get some distance from the group, as he moved into a dark corner of the great summoning room instead, standing in silence and watching, the tentacles sprouting from his arms writhing absently.
The summoning circle stood empty... and ready to be used.