>>5705314>>5705322>>5705343>>5705353>>5705363>I admit, I've never been threatened by someone who should be a corpse by now.>Ask him about the other one you fell down with. The slightly wide halfling.“I don’t presume those wands are the only thing that fell down with me? Maybe a halfling? At about this height and breadth? A bit more wide in the hips than most of her kind?” You make some charitable gestures with your arms. “Only a curiosity, of course.”
“Who’s to say?” The demon continues to stonewall your lines of inquiry “Perhaps I’ve more than wands to trade if you were to abide by the terms of my contract.”
“Ugh.” You glare down the demon. The manner of his speech, his appearance before you, this situation–it’s all just a bit off. You can’t shake it. “I must say, I’ve never been threatened by a corpse. The demon lords were butchered one-and-all a half millennia ago. This dungeon is the grave of a different time. So, then.. what are you?”
“BARON STREGA, BLACK MAGE. The devil who set scars in the PRIMORDIAL SEA that still burn today with METEOR SWARM. Look with your eyes, boy.” Your accusation seems to irritate the devil. The whites of his eyes(?) flare beneath the helm.
He can’t be though. If any demon barons from that time were left alive, you wouldn’t be here to speak to him.
>An enchanted suit of armor imprinted with the baron’s memory?>A ghost of the devil that’s possessed an old suit?>An illusion wrought by the nightmare storm still ominously lurching above?>Three goblins in a trenchcoat?>Take advantage of his irritation to run away!>Write-In. 