Iabor looked at the gran warlock, and sighed before putting on a smile. Soon shifting back into his human form, and put his helmet on chuckling oh so softly. His breathing was steady and calm.
"[i]If that is what you wish. I will obey, but know this. I live without regrets can you honestly say the same[/i]," Iabor said.
He then walked out of the room, slowly shutting the door behind him. He walked down the hall, He helped people who bounced off of him up off the ground as always.

Once in his room, he punched the stone wall sending tiny cracks spider webbing all along it. He threw his helmet at the bed letting his long white hair fall over his face, his pupils narrowed into slits like a snakes. He was infuriated that the Grand Warlock would deny him the right to remain a templar, after everything he'd done for them! He may have been a daemon, but he felt as human as anyone else.
"Damn it," he said over, and over again.
His whole body was shaking as he hit his fist against the wall lighter, and lighter till he relaxed. He began to pack everything, not wanting to leave anything behind that was his. When the task was done he sat down on his bed, and set his helmet on his lap looking at it as he roamed through his own memories. He really did regret nothing, now that he'd had the time to fully calm down. He'd lived a full life, and a happy one. He'd made friends, made a difference in the world. He soon leaned back on his bed, and shut his eyes with a tired yawn. Quickly falling asleep as the ordeal was now over, and he would finish this mission with his head held high.