A snap of the fingers and the whirlwind died, pieces falling to the floor. It was showy, and Caretaker knew it, but Lorac's blind obsession had put the Trovens in danger, and Caretaker was pissed

"I am the Caretaker. Troven has sworn alliegence to me and your foolishness has put him in great danger. I should kill you here and now . . . but perhaps you may yet be useful to me." Caretaker nodded, thinking fast and improvising for all he was worth. "Yes, yes, perhaps you might be at that."