Drax and Sphyl made it to the square, and, unlike most Jailers, they literally walk in from the street. Taking in the sight as they casually strolled in as they spotted both the fallen comrade and the traitor, thou, they didn't seem so surprised.

"Ah, there they are now, m'lady," Drax said in a pleasant tone, pointing a cane toward the general area they were. When Drax approached Grom, he placed a small crest on him and pushed a gem in the center. In an instant, the body dissipated, leaving no trace as to where it went.

"Oh, look! We have an audience, Drax! Hello!" Sphyl said cheerily, "I trust you are all safe?" she asked innocently, with a glint in her eye that invoked caution.

"Leave them out of this! *cough, cough* They have nothing to do with this," Dremmick stated, trying to gather as much of himself as possible.

"You won't have to worry about that Master Valswei. We are simply here to pick up Mr. Grom and yourself. Please, try to refrain from resisting further. We all wanted Grom out of his position, but I do say, that was quite uncalled for," the old gentleman replied.