A lucky servant who had survived the explosions poked his head into the ruined collection of rooms, beholding the scene of Neil standing naked over a dead sorcerer with the murder weapon. His eyes went wide at the very fact Neil, and evidently Calliope, had survived an attack from the what had to be the Seven Princes. He apparently could not help himself and rushed into the room, eyeing around to make certain no spell was flung his way before he pointed at the thief. "You brought decimation to our house!" 

Neil looked at him for one, long, incredulous moment. He tossed the piece of bloody ceramic at the servant, who yelped. "Next time I'm planning on getting murdered, I'll try to remember if it's in someone else's house. Don't want to be rude." The fear of the seven princes was likely cultural. If Neil and Calliope had killed them, why did this idiot think harassing them was a smart move on his part? 

"You have brought ruin upon us, by Hayashim!" He cried, trying to slap Neil. It was so audacious Neil was actually caught off guard and got the worst of it before he engaged the man, the two having an audible slap fight for a moment before the fit thief realized how silly it was and shoved him away. The slim man stumbled back, but glared at Neil. "Ruin I say! The seven princes will come back! And then you will not-eeeeuuuuUUUUGHGHGHG!" 

Neil's eyes widened when he saw the fellow's eyes bulge and his neck tighten like someone had yanked a noose around it. Vein's bulged and then popped, blood suddenly and horribly sucking out of his body through his eyes and mouth, staining his scraggly beard. It continued for a span of seconds until the crimson liquid was completely drained from the once living servant, coalescing in a floating ball. Neil glanced to his left and saw Calliope step naked into the room, idly flicking her hand, commanding the ball to splatter across the floor in arcane symbols that began to glow iridescently as soon as it struck the tiled floor. 

"Ew," Neil said. The withered corpse hit the ground even as the magic began to take effect, the magical flames that still licked the curtains and spread across the chambers suddenly vanquished. Wards against scrying was placed, and the doors to the room shut. What little blood there was left in the air coagulated into a ball and neatly dropped into an empty wine glass Calliope held in her hand. To his surprise, she drank the blood as if she were a vampire or a dorcha. The dark woman drained the glass before his eyes and gave a satisfied gasp of delight, tossing the glass away to shatter against the wall. Neil was horrified, but strangely aroused. When he realized that, he looked up, as if to the gods, and said, "Something is very wrong me with. But you made me this way. Why?"

"Much better," She said, and then her eyes grew sharp and focused like a sweeping falcon. She sauntered past Neil and began to brush aside kindling, using her magic to move aside the larger pieces. Neil went to help her, the two naked interlopers eventually clearing aside the debris and even a magician corpse. Neil caught sight of a strange binding and reached for it, pulling out the dark book he knew so well from the fortress at Kalx Moralis. He handed it to Calliope, who laughed happily when she reached over and retrieved the book she had sought for so long. 

"I'd say we should leave like the dead guy said, but I don't know where we would go." Neil told her. He looked them both up and down. "New clothes would be good too."