Mack hadn't been in the demon world long, but he'd seen some pretty weird and unsettling demons. It had desensitized him to some pretty weird stuff. Still, the tower mage's twisting neck was pretty jarring. He looked back up at Taran, wondering why he was uncharacteristically quiet. Should he answer the mage's question...Oh, Taran was going in already.<br/><br/>He ducked in after Taran, careful not to touch anything. Everything on the inside of the tower was a similar shade of white, just as strange and gravity defying as the outside. To one side, some twisted object that Mack could only guess was a table stood sideways on the wall, pale silver instruments resting on it as if the table was right side up. They blew out iridescent plumes of smoke and made tiny whistling sounds. There were more stuff on the walls, but Mack couldn't figure out what they were. Disembodied lights floated around.<br/><br/>The door swung shut behind him, and Mack turned to look at the mage. Hoping he wasn't going to commit some kind of unspoken demon kaboo, he cautiously asked, "Will you help us?"