[Suzerain of Sheol]

Raising a silvery eyebrow at Na'lsa, Mithaias watches the... antics between the two companions, waiting for them to subside, before responding, "Unfortunately, that weapon is of little use at the moment. My own theurgic powers outweigh its power greatly -- it is little more than a prototype, and while we have made advances, there is still a long way to go. As it is, the theurgic investment in the weapon will allow it to harm ethereal entities, even with normal ammunition, but actually killing them will still be a burdensome task. The metaphysics of demonic constitution tend to be... peculiar. But, by all means, keep it. I've hardly had the occasion to put it to use, beyond testing its capabilities. I'm sure you'll get more use out of it."

Shealtiel nods at the other man's words, half-interested. "If we're going to be crossing the Infernal Sea, we'll need all the help we can get." He looks to the rest of the group, then back to Mithaias. "If I many, sir, while I personally find your experiment here," he gestures to the crucified Dybbuk "of some interest, I fear my companions may be slightly less academic about it. Perhaps we could go inside?"