"Alas sir it depends on what residual magic is left in the stone." The twin that read the scroll explained to Bael. "If it can still curse others then I can drain the magic out of it. Id pay you in gold for it, if it tis not magic at all anymore then it is of no use to me."<br/><br/>"You two must be quite an object" Mircalla said as Bael retrived the oil for the hostesses massage.  He shrugged, letting his kimono fall further off one shoulder giving onlookers the reward of a further glimpse of his unblemished white flesh. Even the exotic silks that wrapped around Mircalla didn't seem as soft as he.<br/><br/>"A shame you destroyed the machine. You could have gained much more by taking it apart in a safe place. Knowledge is power, and in the face of such a strange machine you simply disarmed yourself by destroying it."<br/><br/>He noticed, but didn't mention, Layla stuffing herself to the point of cartoonish excess. Decadence was good, but fine things needed to be savored, not gorged.<br/>Truthfully he ddin't care for either of the women in the room, and mused that that would be both smarter and more charming as a couple of ghouls. Such thoughts were not very classy of him though. So he kept his opinion quiet and assured himself that they must have some redeeming qualities that he just didn't know yet.<br/><br/>Edit: I'm sure a low (dc 10?) would show the spider as an abnormally large red widow.