The old man glared at Lycoris, still fuming at the loss of the ring, but shook his head.  "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what the ritual lets one do, exactly.  I know a few things that can happen to the prisoner, but mostly I was going to put the ring on and simply try various things until I figured out how to control it.  Regardless, my master is the one that wants her, and I believe he already knows much about how the control object works, so I was going to leave the details to him," he said, giving a tired sigh.<br/><br/>After Lycoris tried to cast her spell however, he turned to her in confusion, his expression turning to anger when he pieced things together.  "Bah... and now you're betraying us.  I should have figured I couldn't trust someone that used to work for the royal family," he spat, drawing a shortsword from a hidden pocket in his robes.