WHAT?!? He would have the beast live? He yearned to cry out, to voice his anger. What could possibly-Calm. I am not the master here. I know not the wisdom of this man. Or that of his past.- The master monk's arm had not escaped Al's notice. Perhaps the man was inclined to the demon's trickery through similar fates? But no, he should not judge. Besides, did he not plan to bring forth the very thing he hated most? The small voice was ever present even now. A bit deflated, Al affirmed to the monk's orders. "Very well, Wolfram. It is not the course I would choose, yet you are doubtless more learned than I. Guards, go and bring forth the strongest bindings. I will stay with this creature as is my lot." And he eyed the great thing, eyes set, brokering no mercy or leniency in his task. "Leave him Morr. The beast shall have no chance to harm another while I stand before it."