Arkain looks cautiously both ways down the long hallway in front of him. Seems there is only one way to go. He cautiously walks down the hallway. Everything about this feels wrong. He has been let out for a reason but what. This must be another part of this creatures sick plans. He needs to be on his guard.  He sees a light at the other end of the hallway. He can see the light is on a table. He clenches his pipe extra tight when he suddenly sees a hood and something shiny come into the light. Arkain stops and stares at the hooded creature. "Scientist like names? What you ARE babbling about." He chuckles growls deeply and slaps the iron rod against his other hand and watches slowly towards the light. "They do, huh? I have a scientific name for you. It's called a broken pile of DIRT.  See that pile of dirt on the floor. That's what I made out of your cell wall. That's what YOU are going to look like when I get through with you unless you release Lance and bring him to me NOW." He walks slowly and ominously towards you slapping the iron rod while keeping a close eye on everything around him.