The swordsman's aura of energy slowly begins to fade, but even it its weakest, tiny crackles of electricity flicker over his body occasionally. He calmed down so that his anger towards someone harming his ally did not cause him to make a rash decision. He had thought himself above such things, but apparently, he still had to learn to control that. Ah well...
There are a few skeletons that are well known to the world, Samuel, for one. But what if this was something new? A remnant of the demon were-wolf? A creation left behind by that fellow who caused so much trouble a while back (Nick-- something...)? Maybe it WAS Samuel. But if so, that didnt really help, seeing as he didnt know anyone who would willingly hand over the information to such a place. Not without pulling some teeth. Litterally. And he was barely about to start practising the things Dreshka had taught him about where best to cause pain and agony in a humanoid body.
As his internal thought processes continued aalong this line of thought, every so often, he would stare sky-wards, and at any point during his thoughts he felt a surge of emotion, his body showed this by sending a small wave of crackling energy over himself.
Of honor I must speak, these words in which I believe
thou shalt shelter my words in thy heart