Mack took the bird, though the fowl was still piping hot and burned his skin. The slime on his hands kicked in on reflex to put a barrier between him and the heat, and the demon watched his slime drip down his lunch. He gave Taran's half of the bird a wistful glance, and then picked at his own, pulling off the tar covered skin with one claw and adding the once crispy skin onto the pile of feathers.<br/><br/>"The sooner the better," he said, and took a bite out of his bird.<br/><br/>----<br/>The tower stretched high above the trees, the architecture impossibly weird. White bricks were stacked to create impossible twists, loops, and curves.  Mack kept looking at it, not entirely sure how it was even physically stable. He got that it was a mage tower, but the weird building style seemed kind of unnecessary to him.<br/><br/>"So this is it?" he asked, turning to the fire demon next to him.