A wave of heat filled the air, preceded by the introduction of another newcomer. Magnus barely got a look at him before his field of view was saturated with fire. Raising an arm to shield his eyes from the sudden bright, he winced at the screams that the hellhound had let out. Despite the sudden rise of temperature, the noises sent a chill down his spine. Only once the beast was silenced and the flames faded did he lower his guard, met with the sight of the others. The woman that was apparently rather familiar with Atisha caused a meek smile to cross his lips.<br/><br/>The Jotun spellcaster, despite the initial few moments of extreme alarm his appearance caused, seemed to be friendly enough as well. After a small hesitation, Magnus approached him. "I'm glad it was just a small one. Anything stronger, I probably would've been dead after it pinned me." He rubbed his forehead with a gloved hand, taking a quick glance at the gauntlet he'd been bitten on. It would need some minor reshaping to get it back into protective quality.<br/><br/>Taking note of Atisha's directions, Magnus approached the body of Soran. Larteis' stun spell hadn't killed him, but the following impact of his skull against the ground had gone a good job of that. He knelt, and after loosening a piece of leather holding tight the drakeskin vest he wore, tugged one of the amulets out from beneath the man's shirt. This one was different, forged from what Magnus guessed was gold based purely on a quick look-over. The tree symbol on the face was filled in with a variety of small green gems; mana crystals rather than precious minerals. "Huh," Magnus thought aloud, pulling the necklace from the Alftar's corpse. "I think I found something. This necklace, it's not quite the same as the others. Hell of a lot fancier." He held it up by the necklace to show the others. There was a very noticeable magic aura coming from it, though Magnus could not detect it as well as the blessing that apparently came from the back side of it. There were inscriptions, small, but deep enough to notice immediately. Some of the words were similar to those of the Alftari language, but many more seemed to be an older dialect that he could not read.<br/><br/>As he studied it, a thought crossed his mind. Among the bodies, the one that had summoned the demon was not there. Feeling a sinking feeling in his gut, he turned around just in time to notice a rising pillar of smoke fill the air. It was coming from the city's residential district.