Abduxuel: "Ghouls...", the guardsman, who looks to be the leader of this particular squad, repeats absentmindedly. He meets Abduxuel's gaze and stares at him for a couple seconds, taking a few steps closer before speaking again. You feel confident that your power worked on the man. "Gods, but what a mess..." he says, looking over the scene- blood flowing over the cobblestone street from the handful of people attacked, and the pierced and ruined bodies of the greyish-skinned ghouls lying with them. Some of the other watchmen examine the wounded, checking for signs of life and pulling cloth bandages from small bags at their waists. "And during the festival too. Now tell me what you know; why did they attack? Were they provoked? Did they say anything first?"