As Raazik emerged, the elven guards who had so foolishly escorted him into the building prepared to strike. "Stand back, you fools!" he roared, as purple flame burst forth and danced around him in circles before dissipating. It was not Raazik's intent to wound the elves, as he knew to do so before Arweinydd would be a mistake, but the display did its job of deterring the elves, who quickly hurried over to Arweinydd's side. Raazik chuckled. "Well, quite a glittering assemblage, Lord Arweinydd," he said sarcastically, placing emphasis on the elf's title. He gestured around the room towards the various classes; "Royalty, nobility, the gentry…" he said, sneering as he did so. And then, his gaze landed upon Rhoswen. Her powers had long been a thorn in the Mahjarrat's side, and he was displeased to know she still walked these lands. Masking his dismay, he laughed in her face. "Oh, how quaint," he laughed. "Even the rabble." The elven seer did well to conceal the anger that Raazik sensed seething underneath, yet he continued his act unfazed. "I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation." he cooed, smirking beneath his mask as he felt the elves around him tremble with fear.

"You weren't wanted," Rhoswen snapped at the Faceless One. "What is your business here, Mahjarrat?"

Raazik laughed once more. His laugh has a certain quality to it, so deep and careless in its delivery that it unsettled even the most centred of individuals. "It seems you are not quite as vacant as your gaze would suggest," he chuckled. "Indeed, as attractive as this little party is, it was not enough to drag me back from the Abyss on a whim. It may come as a surprise from one so generous as I," he proclaimed, sarcastically as ever. "But I have returned because I want something."

"And what might that 'something' be, Raazik?", the previously silent Elf Lord interjected. 

"Old friend," he said, drawing close to Arweinydd, whose fingers tightened on the crystal weapon which was still aimed in Raazik's direction. "Why so stern? Have you not missed me?" he taunted, though the elf remained silent and looked at the Mahjarrat with disdain. Raazik paused. "Very well: I have returned for my staff."

This time, it was Arweinydd's turn to laugh as he lowered his bow. "So, "old friend", if I did indeed have your staff," he said, clearly enjoying the way in which the tables had turned, but also seizing the opportunity for his kingdom to benefit from this visit after all. With Raazik's power, almost anything was possible. The elf was intrigued to discover what grand gesture his nemesis intended to make, as he was clearly desperate for his weapon. This time, Raazik remained deadly serious.

"You give me my staff. I will spare your people." he said, his voice full of wicked intent that told everyone in the room that he meant business. It was clear that, should the Mahjarrat not retrieve his weapon before leaving, then he would massacre as many elves as possible on his way out. After all, he had been locked in the Abyss for millennia… He had a craving for the scent of fresh blood once more. The room fell silent, with Raazik allowing Arweinydd a moment to assess the situation, and the rest of the party awaiting his response with anticipation.