The nalfeshnee, already having small eyes that looked like shimmering black beetles, squinted and leaned towards Verena before grinning widely, showing off his jagged teeth and exposing the rest of his large tusks. "<span style="color: sienna">You would believe,</span>" he grumbled, "<span style="color: sienna">for a moment, that we would be in service of that depraved wretch? Ha! He can hardly call himself a prince, and is barely a demon lord.</span>" He then straightened as much as his bloated figure would allow, and looked down upon them. He seemed thoughtful.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: sienna">Go, then,</span>" he said, pushing the bulezau out of the way; it tripped and tumbled over the edge as the nalfeshnee scooted to the side. He looked down and gave a disapproving snort before muttering, "<span style="color: sienna">Fool. Even among the rest of his kind, he was the family idiot.</span>" Giving the group a finger pointed in the direction of the entrance, the nalfeshnee said, "<span style="color: sienna">Show that black piece of scum that no matter how he tries, he will never take hold of the title of our <i>true</i> prince.</span>" There was something about his expression that suggested he was hiding information, but Orlando paid it no mind, as he was quite certain that he could defeat the demon easily enough if it turned out that there was indeed treachery.<br/><br/>As soon as Orlando approached the door and kicked it open, he was suddenly hit in the face with a large blast of hot air that, while it did not hurt him, was very uncomfortable. Directly in front of him was a wall of green fire that looked as though it was licking at his body, the flames almost grasping for him. He looked back at the others before telling them, "It will be quite painful, but it will be brief. Step through, and we will be near our destination." At that, Orlando stepped into the fire, disappearing from view, though a grunt of pain could be heard from him as he entered.<br/><br/>When the others were to reach the other side of the flames, they would find themselves in a very strange place. They were inside a dusty, old room that looked as though it had been forgotten some time ago. The flames were gone, but they were not needed, as the floor shone and cast strange shadows onto the ceiling. Orlando waited for them all to come before gesturing for them to follow him up a set of stairs and out into crowded streets that were clouded with dust; it was a marketplace, full of goods both exotic and macabre. Bartering could be heard, the voices of the fiends screeching through the air.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>