-That was a bit...abrupt- Al thinks as he searches the appropriate section. But at least the monk had been too preoccupied to notice anything amiss. And now, too, he was assailed by a quite devilish looking Vernasus. All the better to continue unhindered. Selecting a particularly old and musty looking book titled 'Deviles of The Earthe's Rushed Veines'  Al moves to a less cluttered area of the library. Sitting on a comfy chair he begins leafing through it. It is full of many exotic and often terrifying examples of demonkind. One particular entry, the 'Parnapole', stands out to him. A demon that casts a potent glamour, disguising a vast whirlpool under a buoyant festival. Interesting, but not what he's looking for. So he continues searching. Eventually he comes to a demon that is surely the one he seeks. "Virupham, the feathered river beast..." Making sure no one is paying him any heed, Al quickly jots down the deceptively simple instructions and movements needed to being it forth. At the back of his mind a small voice worries away at him, constantly reminding him of his folly in this venture. But he shan't be swayed in this. It would be done by his hand.