While he was rather taken aback by the uncharacteristically unrestrained behavior that he normally expected from monks, the dweomercat was at least grateful that one of them was making some sort of effort to break him out of his prison.  Even if the method used did little more than play a rapid tune on the steel chords.  Despite her efforts, the bars were just too sturdy to sunder through her method.<strong>"The only problem I really have with certain beings of this plane is their obsessive tendencies to possess anything and everything that is even marginally out of the ordinary or significantly lustrous.  Seeing as how I am both, I really should have seen this coming."</strong>The feline watched as the mage began inspecting the runes upon the bars, his long tail flicking irritably behind him in a manner intrinsic to all cats regardless the size.<strong>"They generate an antimagic field designed to nullify any magic from being cast within this cell as well as protecting the bars themselves from magical damage.  A rather crafty way of keeping me from escaping by jumping to a different plane.  There was a key on one of the guards, but it was either lost in the fight or buried with the man who held it.  Both the cage and the collar were made by an enchanter by the name of Ezel, but his insight and cunning is not infallible since he overlooked one key aspect."</strong><br/><br/>The supernatural tiger took a partial step towards Azarel, his piercing eyes locking intently on him.<strong>"But you're wasting your time by focusing on the bars.  I've already told you how you can get me out, but it is clear you don't understand my kind any better than that enchanter.  Cast a spell on me.  Any spell at all.  Though for both of our sakes, I recommend choosing one that isn't harmful in nature."</strong>