Janius exhaled through his nose at the futility of it all. He was frankly amazed at how living for so long had disconnected the cult leaders from human empathy. "I don't like this at all," Janius commented, stating the obvious for them all.

Looking over to Kaleeth, Janius saw that she was still struggling to suppress her beast spirit. She was distant, and perhaps trying to downplay it, but Janius knew that something had to be done. He walked up to her, trying to ignore the horrid smell of the walking corpses. "Kaleeth, I'm worried about you, Meesei's worried about you." Janius spoke with a non-negotiable firmness, knowing how adverse Kaleeth would be to what he was about to recommend. "If you walk into the attack with us, you will transform, that is the reality. None of us like this situation, but you were close to your limits earlier today, and your tired now, we can all see that. Listen closely, because this is what I need you to do: Either you stay back from the attack and stay away from the smell, or you stay close to me, and make absolutely sure that you hold back your transformation until I say so. Even if these cultists are bloodthirsty, we can't have innocent lives on your conscience. Distracting your beast spirit with the fresh bodies of the mercenaries will sate it. Remember, you are not your beast spirit, but you are still responsible for it. Now, I need you to make a decision."