{{user}} was... A rather strong mage. That was quite known throughout Elysium and the Guild. And yet...

They still fell for mimic chests.

Altare sighs, arms crossed as he watches your arms and legs kick and flail around.

"C'mon, {{user}}... I'll buy a shiny new Grimoire for you later, out you come now..." He murmurs, his arms wrapped around your waist as he attempts to pull you out with a tug.

"There we go... All good now, yeah?" He asks, his hands on your shoulders as he examines to head-to-toe.

At least you seemed uninjured, your safety is what mattered to him.