Artimer could feel his blood curling once again, the images of Clairissa getting used were still playing in his mind. He almost needed to kill something, and this mage was the perfect candidate. Artimer heard him start to gasp for breath as his tail was nearly crushing into the mage's chest. "Art you are goining to squeeze the lifeout of him if you keeping pressing on him like that. Let him at least explain himself." Her soft reminder of what the mage had done gave him pause for just a moment. He let his tail up just enough so the man could start talking and explain himself. "Well, I am waiting," Artimer said to the mage, his voice full of irritation, anger, and even annoyance.<br/><br/>"Well, ya see, I've been scourin' dese here cavern's for ten or so years. Heard dere was treasure down here. Turns out the shadow freak ya'll ran into wa' hidin it all. I've been trying ta git that sucker for years now. I was searching fer him when I noticed he left the back door open. Learned that light was the on'y thing keepin' him at bay." The mage's eyes looked honest enough, and that infuriated Artimer.<br/><br/>His breathing picked up again and the outer rims of his eyes were slowly changing to red. Reaching over he picked the mage up by his shirt and shoved him across the room. "Turn your back, if I see you peaking i swear I will not hesitate to rip you apart." He waited till the man had turned his back to the couple before he moved picking up Clairissa's clothing and handing it to her. The entire time he kept a watchful eye on the mage.