The next few hours, after I finished pecking the last semblances of information I wanted from Zadkiel's brain, were a constant string of mandatory, yet mundane events, such as throwing him and the rest of his accomplices in the dungeon, where Isaac and his Shade Corps would take over the rest of interrogation; a very much unenviable situation to be in, as they were beyond eager to wash away their shame.
We then had to secure the city, cleaning out any hidden filth still persisting in the shadowy corners of the settlement, where the general public would be blind to them, while simultaneously corralling the anxious people back into their homes, until all is done.
We also had to find proper accommodations for the men as well, though many of them are martial artists who could endure hardship far harder, and for longer, their spirits were still human, and they needed rest after months of campaign and battle.
