"Demon, why should we believe you? Why not ferry it here under cover of dark and leave to end your fate elswhere, if ever you were a man. This place would no doubt know it for what it was. Lies! You are of the taint that creeps along the grime-spattered edge of our world. Filth like you should be struck out from the world of men." Seething, Al takes a bold step forward. "Sir Morr it speaks naught but half-truths. Even if it had been a man before, the demon could have twisted him still to its purposes. It most likely comes to sow fear and confusion with its item. Let us stop this useless talk and smite it." He looks toward Wolfram. "What say you, Master Monk?"