Ray grins. "I kinda felt the same way. There's a couple of teeth, a horn or two, a small jar of ichor, and a few bone fragments. Best I could do- well, that and this-"

He bends over and rolls up his right pantleg a little way. Enough to reveal the mark of two rows of teeth- of fangs- having been sunk into his leg deep enough to leave scars from very nearly the entire dental arcade. The outer row of teeth was neat and pointed. The inner? Snaggly and pointed every which way.

"Some of the teeth are from the same kind of demon that did that. Nasty critters. There were six of them versus one of me at the time and I'll tell you, I have never been so glad in my life to have that lightsabre at hand."

He rolls the pantleg back down. "As a matter of fact, he was. He came along, partly because I was there and partly because he wanted something to do that was actually in our line of work.. he's been Bound for a while, Egon." Ray sobers. "He thought maybe this would be helpful for him, but I think it's only made him worse, and I don't know how to help him. Can you talk to him for me? Try and get a fresh perspective on things? The poor guy's gonna fly to pieces if we don't figure out what's going on and help him get his head back in order."