Merhault sat, lounging on the ground while the rest of the group dropped the remaining Malebranches. They were definitely some of the<em>largest</em>specimens that he had seen of the fiends that many people thought of as being "classic" fiends.<br/><br/>The other three dropped the two Malebranches to the stone tiled floor, and he could smell the sulfurous smell of the fiend's blood.<br/><br/>He looked up at the apparition of the Devil Lord as he was reaching for a metal flask. As the monster talked, he continued his  with opening it, and started to drink the fine, fine, Elven moonshine he had stored inside.[1]<br/><br/>His eyes closed part-way as he heard the exchange, and kept taking swigs from the flask. [2]<br/><br/>"He's a<em>devil</em>young Faun. They make a deal with you, then re-neg, or fail to mention loopholes or caveats that they had previously established. Their goals are<em>souls</em>and the damning of them. Not giving mortal things of value. The only reason he won't really cheat us, is because he needs us more than we need him.<br/>"<br/><br/>He made an evil grin at the floating fiend's face.<br/><br/>"That, and he knows what I might try to do if he cuts me loose from this contract. Especially after telling me what the situation is."<br/><br/><br/><br/>====<br/>1 & 2; drinking.<br/><br/>Go, go, stat damage.<br/>[-4 Wis, -4 Dex; b/c you know what? I don't really mind]<br/><br/>Malebranches, just in case anyone is curious as to what they just fought.<br/><br/>Normally... they're 7' tall; we fought some very much advanced ones. They were a whole size category larger. Some days, it just pays to have your knowledge checks.<br/>(http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/alumni_amnizu_MM2.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/360_Gallery/dragon360_13.jpg)<br/>