A slow tapping could be heard coming from the darkness of a hallway. [I]tap....tap....tap[/I]. Eerily a figure appears from the shadows. First came an oak staff charred black with a white crystal affixed. A longsword with black grip and silver crossguard with a ruby affixed in the pommel hangs from his back. The white cloak he wears billowing behind him as he emerges. With every step his chainmail shirt clinks as he moves towards the group. 

Stopping just before he reaches the main group Free plants his staff on his left side and grips the hilt of his sword with his right hand. His voice is cold and dry as he speaks "My name is Free the Magister. I am a spellsword here by my own volition, I have a personal grievance with the collector and I shall aid you in escape if you wish."

As Free spoke Adrian's demon side appears and he charges the newcomer roaring a challenge. Sidestepping Free draws the sword from his back levels it at Adrian. Adrian charges again and Free uses the flat of the blade to deflect a slash from the demons claws, next Adrian spewed black flames at Free, that were deflected around him by a sudden change in wind. Taking two steps forward Free's sword strikes like a viper opening up a crimson smile on the demon's throat.

Falling to his knees Adrian raises a hand towards the magister, blood flowing in a geyser from his neck. Slamming the staff into the side of Adrian's head Free silences the demon forever. Turning to look at the group again wind flows around Free making his cloak billow. "I would not advise attacking me or you shall share his fate." the mage says icily.