Evader made a serious discovery. If he was to further his relasionship with this woman, he would never be able to trust her again. He would know not to. Beacause when you make a peace treaty with somebody, you don't break it as soon as you have established it.

The ropes lashed around him, squeezing his chest so tight his breath almost failed him. The tables had been unfortunately turned on him, and he almost felt guilty he strangled her. How was he supposed to tell her something when he couldn't breathe? Oh yeah, he'd tried that just earlier. It really wasn't nice. Not nice at all. His limbs writhed fruitlessly, after a good three minuets of silence he gave up.

"Evander C. Barius. That's my name. Vigilante. No, not really." He snarled through his gritted teeth. "Unemployed, layabout, Ministry dropout." He whispered contemptuously.

He tried to reach for his flask. Just fingering it would make him feel a bit better, even if he couldn't drink it. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he could just about reach it, attached to his belt. Gently scratching the sides calmed him down. He tried the take in as much air as possible. It was hard when his chest could barely move.

"I'm not the guy you should be fighting. I didn't know about any dig site, honest. All I knew was this used to be a popular hang-out for Necromancers. And more and more of them are starting to crop up. I didn't know about any dig site, honest! Let me go!" He yelled, before struggling against the ropes again.

What a day.