There was a strange sound as the daemon, Emmaline could think of no other word for the thing, began to laugh with a booming basso that shook the dome above. At the same time both Mavikim and the woman, Emmaline presumed she was a favored wife, screamed in horror. The snake wiggled across the floor and wound its way up Emmaline's leg, around her hip and then to her wrist while she stared in slack jawed amazement.

"Very well," the being rumbled with a voice like an earthquake. Mavikim turned to run but the creature exploded into red smoke shot through with black veins the swirled according to a logic not of the world they stood in. Tendrils of the smoke coiled around the pasha yanking him off his feet and dragging him across the rug covered floor, his fingers scrabbling hopelessly for purchase. His wife only stood in gaping horrified silence as similar tendrils seized her and dragged her towards the brass lamp. There was a sudden detonation of smoke and Emmaline's world turned into a red haze as something vast and powerful lifted her from her feet. She heard wood and metal shattering beneath her and had the momentary impression of being caught in a tornado. Wind rushed past her and for brief moments she caught a glimpse of the starlight sky and the streets of the city below, far, far below.

As suddenly as it had began the smoke exploded away from her and she slammed down on the floor of Markus' cabin, landing on her bottom atop a pile of golden objects which seemed to litter the floor. Makus materialized from the smoke beside her looking dazed and then the smoke began to suck inwards towards the brass lamp. Mavakim and his wife were still in its grip and as she watched they were... sucked into the lamp, looking for all the world like soap bubbled being pulled down a drain. There was a sudden cessation of noise that hit like a cannonball, broken only by the rattle of the brass cover of the lamp settling into place.

"What in Sigm...." Morgan busted in through the cabin door, cultass in hand, freezing halfway through the oath as he beheld Emmaline, naked and bruised atop a scattering of gold plates, coins and other objects of value. Markus was already picking himself up, white knuckles relaxing from the hilt of his blade. Morgan was silent for a long moment, then huffed in disgust.

"You know what, I don't even want to know," he declared, stepping out of the cabin without another word.