Demons were weird and tricky, no other way around it. Back a few years ago, when he'd became "the sorcerer of Puyalac," the one occupying the cave near the village had made a deal with him. Well, two deals. One was to leave the village alone. The other was for the magic abilities he'd come to be so known for, what had caused some tales to be written by the minstrels at the small, local tavern. He owed the demon a favor, a naive choice made by a young<a class="link link--external" href="http://pre13.deviantart.net/4a9d/th/pre/i/2011/060/9/9/the_white_dragonborn_by_vampiresovereign-d3anx7v.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ariv Krixxtor</a>back before he really knew anything about the world outside of the farms and village he'd grew up in. Turns out owing a demon a favor didn't usually turn out well for the other person. Maybe that's why demons love making deals in the first place...<br/><br/>Ariv had gone back to the cave, finding some sort of ritual space where he'd found the demon way back when. It was there, but hidden under a large cloak, shape unknown to the young dragonborn. It simply pointed to the magic circle, and told him "Bring it back." Bring what back? Where was it? Who knows, but that didn't seem to matter. Ariv sighed and stepped forward, the circle whirling up magical energies as he did, and suddenly the cave was no longer around him. Rather it was now a room, some kind of storage area, some torches in their braziers on the walls. "Now what," he muttered to himself, as suddenly a trapdoor about ten feet away burst open. His hand shot up, slight energy ball forming in it before he saw that it was a few people coming up, and not some kind of scary demon monster. "Uh, hello," he said simply, giving a sharp-toothed smile and moving his hand back down.