Saris looked quite embarrassed as the man essentially pointed out how much of a hypocrite he was for making such accusations, and with a sigh the necromancer looked at the man with an apologetic smile. However Saris didn't get to verbalise an apology as tendrils of vines wrapped around his arms and legs tightly,

It shouldn't have caused him to lose his composure except it unfortunately did that exactly, albeit the reasoning was due to the fact he suddenly recalled how helpless he had been when Irkul fell to the flames of the dreaded winged horrors that  ravaged the world during the Dragon War. Smoke suffocated his lungs and fire had burnt him to nothing as he had laid under the burning rubble of his home.

It wasn't that he had claustrophobia but the sudden recollection made him lose his composure for a moment, which triggered the aura he had been suppressing. It wasn't that he lost his concentration as more of the reason was that Saris simply panicked and in reaction let his aura fill the room.

As it happened the temperature within the chamber suddenly dropped, and the candles lighting the room flickered out before sputtering back to life. He hadn't heard what the dwarf said as he thrashed against the vines, he appeared slightly paler and his eyes looked glazed over and pupiless while he muttered something about being trapped and begged to be released with a slight echo in his voice. Everyone sensed that something was wrong, but the dwarf would be the only person to recognize what it was exactly.

However the feeling passed and the room felt normal as suddenly as it had changed. The question now was how would these strangers react?


[hr][b]Interacting:[/b] with the room as well as [@Kenshi], [@VeyrinDay], and [@Moonshadow].[hr]