Koshchei chuckles heartily at Skellig's last comment. "I have an appreciation for the delicate myself, in art and otherwise."

"Did the sorcerer get away?" Kreyu asks.

Koshchei runs one hand over the stone of the fireplace and the stone shifts as if it were unbaked clay under his touch. He begins to shape a bird as he speaks. "Sorcerer say he can not be harmed by mortal means, so I drag him down into the stone and leave him there."

Kreyu grimaces a bit, as that means the sorcerer was essentially buried alive!

"After a while, no heart, no breath, no motion echoing in the stone. Think he dead, have not pulled him out to check for sure."