Lejuge Had pivoted around to face Zalvryn after casting the imprisoning globe around the elemental. "Alright, no need to get upset here." He noted the basic force spell the younger arcanist had conjured in his hand. His voice had cooled down to a collected, almost businesslike manner. "Son, I can explain why I did that, but first I need everyone to calm down." He threw a passing look at the elven druid who had come in, talisman in hand, to aid the elemental too. It was clear from Lejuge's posture that he was calm, but ready to react to any counterattacks that his sudden action could have provoked.<br/><br/>He spoke some more, still tense, but also still with the hint of irritation in his voice. "They may have failed to tell you this, but magic-affine creatures like this elemental are quite vulnerable to the warp's influence." His posture had grown even more relaxed now. He didn't appear to be expecting any retaliation after such a long time of non-action. He looked forlornly out the window. "The warp... It changes people. Not just on a mental level, but a physical level as well." He turned back towards Zalvryn and his companions. "You may have seen the state the men are in. It won't be long until you all start looking like that too. The lands outside of the fortress walls aren't much better. There's a reason the transport you were in didn't have any windows. The same reason why your driver was probably quite shellshocked. There are things out there that just shouldn't be a part of this world."<br/><br/>He looked over the ragtag group before him again. "And this is the kind of hell you all signed up for. If you signed up at all. It wouldn't be unlike the council to just press-gang some patsies to pretend like they're working on a solution for all of this." He sat down in his chair again. "Go fetch one of the tinkerers down near the garage, they can set you up with something to at least safeguard the elemental from direct corruption." The way Lejuge referred to the entrapped elemental made it clear he didn't yet realize how much individuality Shenston really posessed.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Zalvryn had been quite startled by the captain's outburst. He was jsut about ready to cast the ball of force in his hand towards his perceived enemy when he realized the man was making no attempt to follow up on his initial assault. When captain Lejuge asked for a ceasefire, the younger arcanist contemplated his options for a while before deciding to dismiss his spell. The captain was probably a far more experienced and competent spellcaster than him anyway.<br/><br/>Zalvryn sat down on one of the office chairs again when the captain started explaining his behaviour. He was quickly engrossed and somewhat surprised by what he heard. He himself had never heard of these particular qualities of the warp. But how could that be? He had often talked to veterans that had returned gloriously and graciously from an assignment at the warp. And none of them had ever told of this.<br/><br/>Now that he thought about it, none of the veterans had looked quite so sickly as the men stationed in this keep. Many of them had looked perfectly healthy, with one or two bearing the occasional impressive scar. The whole thing made Zalvryn quite suspicious.