He's confused at first. Sealed away in the dark for who knows how long with demonic parodies of his friends and allies as his only visitors has put considerable strain on him physically and mentally. Lesser men would have gone mad. Starved and tortured, he now faces the possibility that this 'rescue' is in fact genuine.

As he looks down on the shattered chains, he rubs his wrists gingerly. It all seems unreal. They never dared to remove the enchanted bonds before.

They never dared.

A glint of steel sparks in those pale blue eyes and he steps out of the circle. Bare-chested and filthy, his hair is a long bedraggled mess and he shows the wounds of a mistreated prisoner as he steps into the light.

Outside of the room and in the light he shields his eyes. It has been so very long.

His voice sounds strained and parched yet the timbre is unfaltering and filled with a stern harshness that those who once knew him would blanch to hear.

"Yes. It will be very ugly."

A flash of illumination blooms about the magician and quite suddenly he is washed, groomed and clothed again. The hard cold edge to his mien however remains.

Stretching his hands out slightly to the sides he rises from the floor. His Cloak is sorely missed but levitation always came easy to him. Strange floats like a grim specter just behind Sarah as she hurries down the corridor.