[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	“You are just going to let him live? You’re just as spineless as that damn doctor up stairs” scorned Petra. Her hand was resting upon the book, ready to fire another series of frost rays. One of her earlier rays struck the paranoid wizard, so her next attack was almost guaranteed to land true. That was until Asevor’s barrier surrounded his being. Despite Petra’s hand resting upon the book being spectral, and considering the material the book was made out of, both were becoming increasingly encased in condensation and frost. Still hovering above the ground, Petra moved further into the room to avoid the rain still billowing in through the entrance. Finally, her hand slipped off of the page, brittle ice shattering as seven different rays of ice began to orbit her person ready to launch at a moments notice. 

	“If it wasn’t for him, our trapped rosette here would be frozen solid as soon as that barrier comes down. But here we are. You’re in control it seems.” Petra scowled at the current situation. First it was kill him, then it was contain him, and now the elf she was to listen to was negotiating. Besides, Asevor’s little last resort didn’t seem to sway the elf, so why drag it out?

	“You might as well detonate.” said Petra, “I don’t care about the lives they’re trying to save, nor yours. You would be doing me a favor, actually. Otherwise…” The various magical rays of cold energy quickened their orbit almost resembling several rings before slowing down. Cold mist enveloped Petra, surrounding her in a thin fog. “I might not kill you, but nothing it preventing me from putting you as close to the brink as possible.”

	Upstairs, Solomon turned his attention back to the box. Jazdia had departed to the lower levels. As obvious as it was, Solomon felt some guilt about Jazdia’s resolve and the strain his comments put on it. Though Petra would be there to lend her aid, Solomon felt that would not quell her discontent. The conflict Asevor thrust upon them was reaching a breaking point if it hasn’t already. If only Cedar wasn’t enthralled in his spell, then perhaps he could not only support the elven archer, but perhaps heal some of her injury. As it stood, many of Solomon’s medicines were mixed, several vials broken from the screech of the banshee.

	He heard a voice. It was male, young, and partially muffled. Solomon peeked into the box again. He completely neglected the rain and the possibility that the box was water tight. He looked around for something he could use, opting to grab a small hand shield. By affixing it over the crack and the available vines, he was able to keep any further rain from seeping into the prince’s prison. He made sure that the shield was fastened down.

	“Okay, stay where you are. I am not sure how cramped it will be getting.” said Solomon. His body became like smoke, black, barely humanoid in shape. Then it condensing into a snake like shape, slithering up and into the box through the crack. He didn’t want to force himself through the magical runes that encased the box. Once inside, he could get a better view of the runes, and perhaps decipher their inner workings.

	“Keep where you are, the situation is still ongoing.” said Solomon, facing the prince. Though his rain soaked hood and mask made it hard to get any sort of view of his uncovered eyes, Solomon presented himself as calmly as possible. “Let me see if I can decipher a means of getting you out.” Solomon turned to face the flickering walls. He felt like time was against him more than it was already. One of his undead shadows informed him of Asevor’s last resort. He had some worry for how the negotiations would proceed.