Shield at full power, Rumaris stepped outside, a wary eye scanning his grounds for the bird woman. Taking the initiative, he strolled about casually, expecting some kind of half-assed ambush, but nothing came. All was quiet, and Rumaris was slowly losing patience. Clutching his staff in a white-knuckled death grip, he raised his voice and shouted so that it reverberated against the stone walls of his estate, "Well, Miss Intruder? I have followed you outside. Your only chance is now if you wish to face me." Of course, anywhere on his property gave him a boost in power, not just indoors, but if the bird woman wanted to assume otherwise, he certainly didn't feel like correcting her. After a while longer, he decided that she must have thought better of confronting him once she had reached the outdoors. She was most likely long gone by now.
Rumaris turned back to his house and went back inside. He was on his way back underground when he heard a noise behind one of the doors. Striding up to the partially open door, he pulled it open to reveal a dark room. He stepped inside cautiously and lit up the room with a bright flash of his staff. Cowering in one of the corners was one of his security staff. Apparently, Iris hadn't killed all of his on-duty guards. Frowning deeply, he went over and grabbed the man by the shirt and hauled him to his feet. "You're coming with me."
"Ye-yes, Master Rumaris."
The fact that the person who'd found him hadn't been the intruder didn't serve to make the guard any less frightened. If anything, it made him more so, especially when the mage led him into the dungeon. The room he was pushed into had no door, or more particularly, the door had been forcibly removed. Inside was the door, an elf, and a spirit. Rumaris pushed him into a wall, and he collapsed into a sitting position. The mage looked toward Saria, "I take it you haven't had any trouble?"