Cold blue light flickered into being as Tarrant summoned the almighty powers of the fae to fix his hair smoothed his hair back into place. He was irate, yes, but was he going to dignify this kobold by killing him?

Not for right now. For now, he was going to see if this hallway led anywhere...

...anywhere but back where he'd started. Tarrant's patience was beginning to wear thin. Bright blue unflames flickered into being once more, and he directed them to the walls of his prison.

To no effect whatsoever.