The next morning, Tehvar was absent from breakfast. Everyone was silent, tension hanging in the air.  They all knew that their Master was in a perilous visit with his mother, and had no idea whether or not he would come back. Additionally, there were demons in the hallway, cleaning up the corpse of Gemsgrald.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Tehvar stood in front of a door, staring at it. Behind that door was his hated, dreaded, awful mother. He didn't want to go in-- but he knew he had to. He took a deep breath, and finally pushed the door open. In a chair before him sat the stunningly beautiful demoness that was his mother. He bowed low. "Good morning, mother."