Sorry this took so long.
Turel
Turning away from the bars, Turel regarded his wife. Unlike the other generals, she was no Sarafan. The others had met their wives in the line of duty (except for Rahab, who'd met his current wife after diving into a river to escape a baying mob of fledglings and washing up on a shore several miles downstream). So had he, but in a different sense. He'd met her relatively recently-she'd tried to assassinate him in an inn in Ziegsturl. He'd broken her leg in five places, and while they were waiting for the rest of his squad to arrive-he wasn't allowed to execute humans without a full trial, as the Sarafan had to be seen to be benevolent to the people- the vampire who had organised her attack learned that it had failed and sent two dozen fledglings to raze the building to the ground. They penetrated to the upper floor, and she saved his life with a thirty yard dagger throw, slashing a vampire's throat, which delayed it long enough for Turel to dispatch the three others he'd been fighting at the time and finish it off.
It was good practise to spare those who saved your life (it encouraged others to do so in the future). So she'd gone free. Eventually, they'd met again, and she'd professed undying love. Naturally, Turel had been a touch sceptical, but after Arrel, the Mind Guardian, had verified that she was telling the truth, he allowed her entrance to the fortress, although it took a long time before he trusted her. A plague of women had subsequently stormed the fortress gates, usually carrying children, and had only been quelled when Moebius was forced to make an exception and order that any suspicious unknown women approaching the fortress be summarily cut down.
Once he began to trust her, she'd proven good company, and while he was never entirely sure what prompted that change of heart, she was currently heavily swelled with what he hoped was a daughter (a son would probably be expected to join the Sarafan, and would be a constant target.)
They regarded each other.
"Why this sudden reunion?"
"I'm about to die." Honesty was probably best at this stage. He was lucky. She believed him. Distantly, a scream was heard. Both ignored it. If he had any lingering doubts about her loyalty, they were assuaged now.
"Who?"
"We are not certain." She might misunderstand, and try to assassinate the other generals before the vengeful demon got here. That would be unfortunate. For all concerned. Raziel, who was bidding farewell to his own wife in the same room, soon to leave, took a dim view of attempted assassinations.
A second scream sounded, closer. His wife might not be a Sarafan, but she had learned how to squire from the others at some point, and strapped him into his armour with practised ease. Bidding him farewell as Raziel's wife turned away also, they left together, leaving Raziel and Turel to await their end.