"It is your decision. As of now, I can be of no help to you. I would only make him angrier with me than he already is. Just try not to kill him."
Metal's hand found its way to his forehead, realizing just how many times he's had to deal with the Plague Rat now. This was different, but an addition to the tedious care-taking he had to undergo. He slowly rose to a standing position, taking a short look at the bound, chained rat, then Skarner once more.
"They will release him at your command. And do not worry about his escaping should you release him; a spell of my own will force his visibility to you wherever he may go for quite a while. I've needed it all too often..."
With another wave of the arm, the very same rift was opened once again, a visualization of the Institute of War ripping through the blue void. The Summoner levitated his way over, turning to face the others of the room, including Mortimer whom he'd simply ignored until now.
"I must go now, I've already spent too much time away. My thanks to you, Brackern, and your associates. Worry not, for we Summoners are always about."
With his last words the Summoner began to float through the magical portal for the final time, his eagerness to get away from that damn rat for now taking over his intent to actually HELP him or relieve his interests about the Brackern. As far as he knew, Skarner had become a 'babysitter' by the League's hand.