As soon as his bag's packed, Phil joins up with his friend, knife on hand for any issues that may arise, "Are you telling me you haven't been to jail?" And there is that sarcasm the man's becoming accostumed, sorry Firo. "Heaven forbid."

The closer they left the relative safety of the village to the imposing fortress that was the castle, the more unnerved Gray felt. They weren't going into it per se but there was something he neglected to tell the mobster, "Tell me, Firo, how comfortable are you at being around corpses?"

Even if they were just there for show, somehow the Phone Guy knew they were probably real bodies. Decomposing.