Sarrus looks down at the shattered remains of the Cat, now covering the floor and lets out a long sigh.
"I would say that is problem solved wouldn't you? Now, a deal is a deal." The dragon twirls his fingers around a spiralling set of runes that form before dispelling them, as he does all of the collars embedded into the group members dispel, the runes flying off in different directions.
"I told you I would join you all for a drink when you return as free men. There is a tavern in Torus called the Dancing Dragon, I will be waiting there to see who shows up!" He grins and starts walking away down the path back to the underground city, his reptilian tail swaying behind him.
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A few hours later, Sarrus is sitting in the tavern by the fire, taking a sip of his wine as he watches the door to see who comes in.