"If only it were so easy to lift the bonds of servitude, Medea of Waterdeep." He paused in thought, "hmm, that is odd... I... should know my own name, but... ah, yes... my master has it. That is how he holds me here. Call me Midnight then. I feel like a Midnight," He readied his own sword in both hands, out front and ready to attack, " thank you for indulging me, Medea. Now, do not hold back, for I cannot!" Suiting his words he lunged at her with a vicious strike!