After catching Fiora with little effort, Garran laughed loudly and placed her gently back on the ground, placing his hands on his hips quickly afterwards. "'Tis only nat'ral t' save a damsel 'n distress," he shouted loudly as he puffed up his chest, "tho'...what d' we do 'bout tha' man?"
"Oh...leave him to me," sounded a familiar voice as Caelum appeared from the shadows, a smile on his lips but the rest of his face as expressionless as a porcelain doll. It made for an eerie image. "Charges of kidnapping, embezzlement of funds, and I'm sure with access to his manor...other things will be found," he said as he lifted up his hand, revealing a sheaf of papers with Garen's personal seal on it. "With this...I can ruin him politically and put an end to his caterwauling at my family," he said with a small chuckle under his voice. Garran felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This Caelum was...different. He was usually so nice, but apparently when it came to politics, he was...pitiless...relentless...well, from what he had seen so far at least. Turning over to Garran and Fiora, his tone changed once more to one that was much gentler. "Good work, Garran," he said, "you didn't cause too much damage so I can probably write this off with a few explanations of uncontrolled magical experimentation. I'm sure I can fake a few things down in here, but you madame," he said as he turned to Fiora, "would you like a part in ruining your kidnapper? I am sure a victim's account will not go amiss in his incrimination."

"Uh...Cael'm, methinks Fi'ra needs t' get some rest 'fore she thinks of anything else," Garran said as he looked down at the Seraphim. Caelum nodded. "But of course," he said, bowing, "let us return to the compound for now, I shall see to what wounds you have madame, if any."