"I see. That is time I don't have, I'm afraid," states Adarin, standing and brushing himself off. He looks between the two authority figures in the room.

"Please let me out of this circle. My magic might suffice," he says, reasonably. Trans-dimensional magic is something he does possess.

Of course, it required a knowledge of where he was in the planarscape, and how far it was away from his home. Too far, and it would either send him into mana deprivation or kill him. Cheerful thought.