[Quiet Man Cometh]

Syrgei looks mildly incredulous, brain working through the comments and questions that the mesmer just brought up.

Grow up? And you?

“Thanks, I guess?”

He straightens, tossing the bent and unwieldy candelabra to the side, and putting another dent into the already bloodstained and scratched flooring of the hall. Then, Tsaerri asks about Demmi.

“Okay, lets hope no one else heard you say that,” a great bash against the door where the fight with the golem outside was still raging indicating that it was unlikely anyone had. “I don't know where Demmi is, but she's not here. I heard there was some falling out of some kind between her and the minster. She hasn't been seen in Divinity's Reach in at least a week.”

The door to the garden shatters, splinters eaten by sparks and flame.

“Should take care of that now.”

The phrase is not addressed to anyone in particular.