Jarah watched the warlock tear one of his sign up sheets down, his eyes narrowing. His ghost watched analytically as well, glancing over at the guardian warily. "What do you plan to do?" The little light asked. Wordlessly, the small awoken man approached towards the warlock, his hand delicately tapping on the taller man's shoulder. "Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" He asked in a deadpan tone.