Salem remained silent, and after being nudged, bolted into the large building. When the shadowy beast followed them in, the doors closed and locked behind them all. It was a security measure, but it didn't make Salem feel too good. He looked around silently, taking in the building's aesthetics. It was a library, an exceptionally old one, filled with cases of books and decorative statues. The ceiling had a skylight, letting in the sparse glow the moon gave off. The rest of the lighting came from the sconces hanging from the walls.<br/><br/>With everyone inside, the gargoyle climbed onto a nearby table to get at a more eye-level height with the boys. He waited for them to get closer, and when Joe asked a question, he gave a false answer. "Oh, we brought you here so we can have your souls. Couldn't let the drivel outside have them. It'd be such a waste." The tone of voice he held was rather convincing, and after a pause of a few moments, Salem reacted.<br/><br/>Taking a hard swing with the club he'd kept a vice grip on, he aimed it for the gargoyles head. The small demon ducked, and spat out a command to stop. "Hey, knock it off!" He yelled, jumping over another swing. "It was a joke, calm down!" But Salem was not calming down, and he sent another swing at the demon's head from above. With a frustrated huff, the gargoyle turned itself into stone, and when the club impacted it, the metal bent at the point of impact and fell out of Salem's grip.<br/><br/>He backed off, and the demon returned to its more fleshy form. "Christ, don't you have a sense of humor?" He asked accusingly, turning his attention back on Joe. "They're after you because you have something they don't, and they want it. That's how a lot of things here are going to work. As for<span style="font-style: italic">why</span>you're here," He turned towards the shadow for a moment, as if priming her to join in on the exposition. "That was our doing. We chose the both of you, very specifically."