The spell now had enough power to get us out of there and it felt oddly different than I thought. But as I was about to activate the spell, I saw the person who I know chuckled earlier. He lumbered down the stairs, one step at a time. Cane tapped against the stair as he took each step. The cloak was covered in runes that lifted when his hand grasped the handrail. The grafted scars upon the body became visible that clued me into what he had done to preserve himself.