For a moment, Galsek didn't dare move but for the twitching of his eyelid involuntarily as the blade hovered over it. Once he processed the question, however, his fearful gurn twisted into a grin. He evidently found something absurd about the question. "Meesei, you are a talented mage, but a poor social tactician," Galsek wheezed mockingly, "dear Vera...she is not Caleb's natural mother. I thought you would have known..." Galsek arched his brow forgivingly, "Granted, they are as close as step-kin can be, but the fate of Caleb's poor mother was a painful one." He paused for a low laugh, "Anyone in the clan could answer you that, it was a long time ago, but I would be the only one who would enjoy telling you. Are you sure you want the story second-hand? From my wormish tongue?"