Hey now, these are scholar's robes! Like college students and professors wear! And he'd argue the cage is just as scholarly and respectable, but that's another matter entirely.

"Not long," drones Micolash, unimpressed. He leans one elbow on the stack of books to his right, resting his cheek on the curled fist through one of the cage's slats. He's got practice at doing that these days. "The church was swift to contract hunters to slay the first beasts and all beasts ever after. And hurried to amend their doctrine that only those that succumb are weak of will to begin with. Folly. Poppycock." He scoffs.

"There are ways to resist it, but it requires a higher mind of things. Perception. The knowledge that we are not limited by the potential of this plane alone." Oh boy, we're gettin' highbrow now.