The ward was set into the floor - a strange reverse-spiral pattern carved into the advanced metal composite the aliens used. It actually seemed like an opposite mirror of the vast spiral glyph that was forming the foundation of the temple complex. But there was a fascinating quirk to this particular arrangement. Essentially, this process pulled magic from the air, tore it apart, and channeled it harmlessly along the spiral to the exterior of the holding cell. Then it would discharge and drift through the air until it was reassembled by whoever was attuned to the bound Outsider. Perhaps, though, if a spell was cast directly [i]into[/i] the spiral pattern some part of it might remain intact when it discharged on the exterior? But then the question is rendered academic when with a hiss the containment unit unseals and Unlucky is yanked by the collar out of the way of the crushing blow of the outsider. The door slams shut again a moment later - the very same entity that sealed you in has pulled you out. "I apologise!" it said in a bright, androgynous voice. It's thought to use a translation spell. "Child of the Crimson Goddess, I ward not the boundary between realms, and your name is not in my keeping." It holds a hand out, flat, palm up, a serene and meditative gesture. And then, ritual gesture finished, it huffed and put its hands on its hips. "Which means I'm right back at square one! [i]Hmmm[/i]... I'd [i]prefer[/i] it if you didn't steal anything while you're here. It'll trigger a security response and that'll set me back [i]weeks[/i]. But I do not have sanction to stop you, so... I'd consider it a favour!"