Caleb has been through some stuff guys

[born_in_flame]

Caleb stumbles into the Nexus looking as if a stiff wind could blow him over. He is tired, bloody and clearly upset. His clothing has seen better days too, there are burn marks, tears, and his beloved scarf is more yarn then garment. He stumbles into the bar and sits at a table furthest from the door slamming down two drinks before he speaks.

"If you had the chance to kill someone who made your life hell...and you didn't take the chance when you could...would you regret it?"

He sips his third drink slowly looking less like death warmed over now.

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[tieflingtarot]

Mollymauk wasn't in the bar at first, missed Caleb's entry into the Nexus. But he was on his way there anyways, with a thought towards a few drinks and maybe bullshitting some silly readings for other patrons for giggles. So it was only a few minutes after the wizard had gotten his drink that the tiefling waltzed in, the jaunty tune he'd been humming trailing off immediately when he caught sight of Caleb, and the smile slipping to something more concerned when he saw just how much of a mess the wizard was.

"...Okay then, we're going to put a pin in that question for just a minute here," Because gods damn but Molly was liking the state of him less and less, gaze studying Caleb as a hand rested against his arm gently. "First things first, you've got a drink, good move. Second thing, how much of this blood is yours?"

Was he worried? Oh definitely, and Caleb would easily be able to tell with the feline way his tail was all but lashing behind him, no matter how calm his tone was.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb appears to relax when he hears Molly's voice and sees his beloved safe and sound. It was why he came here right away. He needed to know Trent hadn't touched anyone here.

"Some of the blood is mine," he admits. "I...came right here after what happened..."

He knows it was a cowardly thing to do...but Caleb couldn't face anyone most of all Essek after what happened.

[tieflingtarot]

"Okay," Something in Molly eases faintly at the news that not all of the blood is Caleb's, the tiefling nodding his understanding. "You finish that drink, we'll get the next to go. Head back to my place and get you cleaned up, hm?"

A soft word to the bartender had them fetching a bottle that the tiefling took, leaning against the bar as he studied Caleb, not liking the strain he saw in the wizard.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb may have relaxed a little upon seeing Molly, but not by much. Things have been too upside down and backwards back home. Ruduis was still gleaming red in the sky and now every spell caster in a bid for power is choosing Lidunidus side and even the gods are under threat. And it is only the Nien and the Bells Hells trying to stop him. There is a reason Caleb's hair is now shot through with grey. He is feeling his age.

He drinks deeply from his mug glad for the numbness brought on by the alcohol. He loathes himself for bringing Luc into the fight to get Essek back, but what could they do when the boy insisted so strongly. He knows better than anyone how learning to fight so young can damage the mind. "It's...bad back home Molly.....everything is going to shit...."

[tieflingtarot]

Molly isn't saying anything but he's noting the changes. Noticing the stress, the shocks of silver through ginger, just how deeply Caleb is taking his drinks. Just shifting to lean against his side, tail curling lightly around his waist along with his arm, head tilting to rest against his shoulder.

"Well... you can talk it through here. Maybe it'll help you sort things out." At the least it would let Caleb have a chance to vent, which Molly was guessing he needed too.

[born_in_flame]

Caleb's heart aches at the gentle support. He doesn't deserve Molly...or any of the Nien really, but life brought them together and he does not regret letting them in.

"We are in the middle of what is known as an Appogee Solstice. A time when Ruiduis is in control and magic is...stronger. There are spellcasters who are attempting to use this moment to...end the gods themselves."

Caleb takes another drink his free hand trembling slightly. "One of them is the man who...gave me the scars you see when I undress."

The wizard is clearly ashamed even still of how broken he is. "The Nien had a chance to kill him before...but I wanted to stay my hand believing we could see justice done..."

He bows his head unable to say more.

[starfreckles]

"What in the realms did you do to yourself!?" Tar is in full Lay-on-Hands healing mode, because yes they are that protective. A hand lays on Caleb's shoulder. "By her silver hair, you look a mess!"

The question...should be answered though. "I...think that's a very situational question. I think if they didn't take the second chance I gave them and became worse or didn't change at all...I would regret it."

Caduceus probably isn't as hands on when doing a health check on somebody. Tar gently taps Caleb's chin. "Any head damage? If this isn't your blood you need to bath, immediately. Still feel like you've got all your teeth?"

[born_in_flame]

"That is what happened to me," Caleb replies nimbly.

"Someone hurt me many years ago..and I stayed my hand believing in justice but he took someone dear to me and this."

He waves at his state. "This is the result of getting my friend back."

[sonof_mogh]

"No. They would die by my blade and I would not regret it."

Worf now standing proud, unwavering in his answer because if someone even dared to make this Klingon's life hell then they would deserve a quick death. They're very existence bringing dishonour.

"Why do you ask?"

[born_in_flame]

"Because I stayed my hand with someone who hurt me deeply believing justice would be done, but it was not..and someone who is a dear friend was hurt as a result."

Caleb's voice was heavy with guilt. "So what was the right choice?"

[sonof_mogh]

"The right choice is always the most honourable one. Justice must be served if you or your friend have been dishonoured in any way by bringing death upon those who have wronged you."

Worf spoke clearly, his deep voice resonating the principles of honour he'd been brought up with as a Klingon warrior.

"Never hesitate before bringing the blade down at your enemy or he will sense weakness."

[tielle_mortevus]

Tielle takes a seat next to him, pulling out a small flask and taking a swig.

"Speaking from experience, yes and no..."

She swirls her flask a bit, leaning her elbows on the bar.

"I was forced to make a difficult choice, save the man I loved, or go after the half demon that slit his throat right in front of me..."

She gave Caleb a slight smirk, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

"I ended up turning him in order to save him, though considering what he went through afterward, perhaps letting him bleed out would have been a mercy. He... didn't survive in the end... though if I had let him die there, I wouldn't have my daughter... so as to whether or not I regret letting her slip through my fingers when I had the chance to end her... it's hard to say..."