As swiftly as they had been brought there, they vanished -- reappearing in a small, narrow room, each of them on a narrow bed. The Arc Restraint had vanished from around the Alchemist's limbs, and he sat up.

An old man, hideously blackened and burned, leaned heavily on a staff as he faced Cole. "Choose your spoils," he said. At this, the Alchemist bowed his head somberly.