There's a [i]crack[/i] of stone, and he spins in place. "You backstabbing traitorous little-" A sharp hiss cuts through his words. [i]"Ahhh, Prisom, my old friend. So good to see you again."[/i] Prisom growls angrily. "We are no longer friends, [i]Phazer.[/i]" The shadow peels itself from the wall, and stands in the middle of the room, a massive, jabberwocky like beast. It looks at your group with a distasteful eye, and gives a slight hissing laugh. "At least let me pretend that we're still friends, for the sake of this conversation." Prisom rolls his eyes. "I come with news. You know Pyro? That deranged maniac that nearly burned the nation to the ground?" Prisom's sword and armor glow. "What about him?" The monster rakes its talons across the stone, leaving deep gorges. "He's free." Prisom stands in stunned silence.