As Steyven spills out the details, the hooded figure slowly relaxes their stance and even inquires after some bits:
This experiment was another failure then, but seems like you managed to stop it before things got too much out of control, and for that you have my gratitude. If you would wish to talk to me again, meet me in one week at Grayridge's arena.
Then there's a flash of cold white light and the hooded figure is gone, although the sand where they were stading has somehow frozen, and on top of the ice float five diamonds that seem to faintly glow even under the sun.