The incantation was nearly done by the time the young man spoke, and so he let him have his little outburst and then finished the last words, dropping the amulet to his chest. Things didn't feel any different. That could be good, or bad. Time would tell.

"It isn't not going to help," Caleb said, accent just a little heavy as the nervous strain of their predicament settled on him.

He stepped toward the table. While Caleb didn't care if anyone saw his sin list, his curiosity about what others were being held for had the better of him. And they were right there, after all. Perhaps they could avoid the implications of the words and the knives and everything else.