As the mattress lifts into the air Matlal poofs with a smoky black shadow before popping out on the ground near you in a crouching position. He speaks, mutters, chants something in the native language, which is all just strange gibberish to you. You thing you heard Mala said a few times. Your "pet" seems very clam about the whole you using your devil magic now to mess up his bed. He even seems to be doing some magic of his own now. You see him take his pendant in his hands and start speaking in his weird made up language again. I wasn't until he stopped did things get bad for you.<br/><br/>You could feel it. As a person in tune with magic you could feel the magic fading from the air around you. It was empty there was no magic there. You couldn't feel it in you, you can't feel it coming from your magic items. All magic in the room was being suppressed.Mister Fluffypants then walked over to the side of the bed and sat down<strong>"I told you Mala. My bed."</strong>He then glared with fury. It was not hard to guess which one of you would be stronger as Matlal was pure lean muscle and hard claws like razors.