He paused, half turned away as he had begun pacing, and stared at the wall for a moment, before turning back to her with a look of pure disbelief. He sighed, and then slammed his head twice against the wall, before looking back at her. "What? You are telling me that the Dragon Council, with all of its members and resources, can't get rid of a single spell on one being?"<br/><br/>He looked at the side of the cave, before turning back to her. "I am going to assume they had the intelligence to try an anti-magic field, correct? Since the geas can only function if it has magic to draw on..."<br/><br/>He paused as a radical idea suddenly smacked him up side the snout, and he cursed, before looking back at her. "Unless they used blood magic to ensure the spell took, in which cause Flintstriker is screwed."<br/><br/>He looked back at the wall, considering the problems, before murmuring aloud. "Kill him and question his spirit. I am going to guess that he is going to die anyways, so why be squeamish about it? If they had enough power to enforce a geas onto a spirit, then we aren't dealing with a mortal, but either someone or thing that is ascending, or is a demi-god at least."