Isaac glared at the fairy. "I will not be manipulated by the likes of you, fairy! This situation is all your fault. If I had my own body and armor, I would have defeated those mummies easily. Just give me back my rightful form and leave me alone!"
The fairy sighed, leaning her elbows on the hole's edge. "Not fun. So close to your destination and yet so stubborn still. Very well. You may face the warlock with your own form, though it will make things more difficult."
With great relief, Isaac felt his body gaining back his masculinity and armor. Even though this made the space in the sarcophagus feel smaller, the familiarity brought considerable comfort. "Wait, the warlock? Are you saying he is still alive?"
"No more answers," the fairy huffed, crossing her arms. "You rejected my help, so I'm leaving you to find out for yourself. You're a big man. I'm sure you can handle it." With that, she vanished.
Isaac grunted. Who needed the Seelie anyway? Now, it was time to escape this prison.