[Caleb's head snaps back at the question.] Scheiße.
[That's a problem. How did he get free? Those knots were secure, he's certain of that.] That can't be good.
[And the box is probably a trap, right? Caleb picks up a stick to poke it. That's sort of like checking for traps, isn't it? It'll have to do. He uses the stick to open the box and nearly chokes on a sound of surprise.] My books! [It is the Exandrian equivalent of Christmas morning for Caleb Widogast. Escaped crazed stalkers have been entirely forgotten. Look at this, Vex!]
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[That's a problem. How did he get free? Those knots were secure, he's certain of that.] That can't be good.
[And the box is probably a trap, right? Caleb picks up a stick to poke it. That's sort of like checking for traps, isn't it? It'll have to do. He uses the stick to open the box and nearly chokes on a sound of surprise.] My books! [It is the Exandrian equivalent of Christmas morning for Caleb Widogast. Escaped crazed stalkers have been entirely forgotten. Look at this, Vex!]