<strong>Name;</strong>Arioch<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Morning, Day 1<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Louis and others<br/><br/>His yellow eyes darted to the phantasm that had appeared soon to be fetched up by some sort of hound.  Arioch really didn't care.  He had no attachment to the creatures and even less patience for them if he could not control them which he would in time.  He watched in satisfaction as the small thing was placed into the hand of the hounds apparent owner.  Arioch's eyes turned upward to stare at the voice's owner to find a kindred demon from the circle of Fraud.  He merely ignored the comment directed toward him, but decided to reply to the following statement.<br/><br/>"If a minor conjuration from such an unskilled illusionist as myself has annoyed you so easily, I have my doubts about the credibility of this place," he said before turning to look forward again and continue walking.  However, before he took another step, he spoke again.<br/><br/>"Still...your offer intrigues me.  I will meet with you," he said in a tone of finality before he continued through the hall.  As he walked, his form began to cloud and coalesce into a brilliant haze of colors.  They separated and then came together as one until he took a new form, his preferred form (http://www.beautifulmag.com/.a/6a00d83451cc7469e2015391ff1ab3970b-500wi) in which he wore a simple black tee shirt and jeans.  Wispy grey tendrils of smoke flowed from his mouth as he walked to leave a dissipating trail behind him until he finally found a place to settle at and sit down.