Yeah, yeah. I hear you! Doesn't mean I have to like it.

[Allowing his dreamotion swords to vanish, he resorts to grumbling under his breath. Guy's got a point, loathe as he is to admit it. He sure as hell doesn't feel up to dragging every piece of clothing back through this tunnel by hand.]

Of course not. I just thought that if we could interrogate the bugger we might be able to figure out a way of magicking everything back where it belongs.

[Although in hindsight it probably would've been a better idea to try talking to the creature first. Oh well. What's done is done. He's probably gone and scared the daylights out of the damn thing, so that option is likely right out.]