Rahab
Faced with his wife and twin daughters, Rahab took a moment to think about what he was going to say, then gave up, picking up both daughters in either arm, after making sure their daggers were out of reach (they'd already begun combat training at five, for fear of what had happened to Zephon's family). The girls smiled and raised empty hands theatrically.
"Hello."
"Are we coming home now?" Alaria, dangling from his left arm, was the first to speak.
Rahab paused. "Not yet. I'm...leaving for a long time, and I wanted to see you before I left."
"Are you coming back?" He blinked. People always assumed young children to be idiots. His own had proven to them time and again that this wasn't true. They could not have failed to pick up the funereal mood in the stronghold.
A scream echoed through the stronghold. He had little time.
"I will be back before you can say..." -he cast his mind around- "Anti- disestablishmentarianism."
Both girls blinked, not least because their mother had suddenly and inexplicably collapsed laughing helplessly, and missed most of the word. Rahab himself started laughing at their expressions, in spite of himself.
"What?"
"What?"
"I can't say it again. That would be cheating. Now, go practice, good girls."
They left-thankfully, not in the direction the scream had come from. His wife recovered herself and smiled across at him. She was fully armoured, apparently called here in the middle of duty.
"That will keep them going for months...long journey?"
"The longest" he replied, glancing down. She understood instantly, drawing close and glancing towards where the scream had come from.
"When?"
His glance towards the doors was her answer. As though to punctuate the point, there was a closer, louder scream. She kissed him. Glancing at Dumah, Rahab found him staring fixedly at a particular block on the wall, apparently fascinated by it. He wondered briefly how quickly the demon could travel, then reluctantly released his wife and allowed her to squire him, before offering the same service to Dumah and finally departing.
Alone, now, he picked up his weapons and waited for the demon bearing his death.