Falameezar nodded courteously when Mirnea introduced herself. As worn-out as she looked, the blood mage, more than likely, still had some whoppers in her repertoire, and for that he would tread carefully. He did give a sniff at her again, though. "<span style="color: olive">I suppose not, if only for the time being,</span>" he said, conceding defeat against the idea of eating the mage on the spot. "<span style="color: olive">I prefer red meat after it's been soaked in brine for a time, anyway.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: olive">As for your current predicament, your guess will hold as much water as my own. I have known little about this place apart from my chamber that I was imprisoned in when the fiends had made an advance to this area,</span>" he informed the two lesser beings. "<span style="color: olive">Smashing this place apart would be unwise, as whatever trickery was used in its creation may backfire unpleasantly. There is little other option than to choose a door.</span>"<br/><br/>When none paid his words any mind, the glabrezu sighed through his nose. He stood, telling them telepathically, so as to prevent them from ignoring him, '<i><span style="color: brown">I suppose you would rather be left to your own devices. Well, we just can't have that, can we?</span></i>'<br/><br/>When he'd made his statement, the fiend stepped towards the rogue and priestess. He'd cleared the entire pit in no more than three strides, standing just behind them, before throwing both pairs of arms into the air. Inyrra and Allura would follow, shooting into the air and clonking their heads on the ceiling before falling down to the area just beyond the rail. The fall would damage nothing but their pride, and the glabrezu could do naught but laugh both heartily and maliciously. "<span style="color: brown">You're welcome,</span>" he managed to sputter between chuckles.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>