Keeping his soul confined to his true body, Seth pulled Corvus away from the corpse of the Hemogoblin he had slapped to death and quickly had him glance around, looking for someone in particular.
Things were not going well inside the castle, and they needed to get in there now and stop whatever this ritual was before those spawning creatures fully dragged themselves into this mortal realm.
Although when he wasn't possessing his alter ego puppet, his speech wasn't as good as when he was, he had practised his 'Ventriloquism' skill enough that he was decently passable. He couldn't let Corvus go back to speaking like a neanderthal, now could he?
