"We ARE going to let him go! Sheesh, you people are just won't listen!" Charlie grabbed Gao by his jacket and started to drag him back to the cage. When he looked at the cages he saw Ris fidgeting with the ground. "Hey! Quit that!" In a fit of frustration he threw Gao at Ris, slamming him into the hard metal bars and hitting her on the outstretched arms. The bars vibrated from the impact and sung a low note, they remained undamaged though. "It's pointless, these are Jarad's works. They don't break, they don't wear, and they can't be sabotaged. Believe me, I've tried. Any master locksmith would throw down his tools and start crying upon seeing this kind of work."

Algon stared at Drake and Bethy. "Fine... [i]The less people know the more predictable they are.[/i] For year's I've lived by that wisdom and it has brought me all this. I've never been a gambling man, for the things left up to fate are always ruined. Anthos killing Ander's sister, my sway over Ander lost. You killing your sister, one of my most promising followers lost. And you!" He glared at Drake with a fury in his eyes only seen in those of dragon slayers and their dragon kin. "You killing my sister! All was lost."
Algon turned around and stepped into the circle, his hand petting the machine. "But I've never been one to let fate decide. And I won't let it have the last word. I'm the one who writes the story! I'm the one who have the last word. I'm re-rolling the dice and they are loaded! And with miss Bethy in my right hand, and Ander in my left. I will bring them back!"

Algon sighed looking down. "Now Drake I won't ask again. Where is my sister buried?"