<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m543/jakendy/Sp2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Baa'lethor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Reginald, Noelle, Zefiriel<br/><strong>Location/time:</strong>Theatre Backstage.<br/><br/>Baa'lethor followed Reginald as he left the wings, moving into the backstage areas. He kept waiting for the performer to remove the basket from his head, but he never did. There were etherial presences and powers all around him, Baa'lethor was accutely aware of them all. A slow chill ran smoothly down his spine as he was cautioned against breaking the law.<em>Whose laws should I follow? Heaven, Earth or Hell?</em>The Incubus thought wryly, though making no outward sound. Instead he listened to Reginald who desired introductions.<br/><br/>"Of course, Sir Reginald. I have the unique pleasure of being Basil Pageworth, Theatrical Producer of vast renown. If you haven't heard of me, I can understand. I travel far and wide in search of promising talents, so I'm scarcely in one place long enough to establish a reputation." While he spoke, Baa'lethor was casting just the faintest hint of "Trustworthy Entitlement", which smelled of new minted gold coins and freshly dried clothes from the line. "Sir Reginald, I would commission your greatest work to date, a musical epic, the like of which no civilization has yet witnessed. Delving even into the immortal struggle between powers unseen. Toward this end, I would also commission and finance the construction of an epic, stadium for the premier, where it would be performed in the round. I'll spare no expense."<br/><br/>As a demonstration of his commitment to the lie, Baa'lethor produced a huge bag of coins from the pocket of the pants that looked to tight to even hold a thin copper. He dropped the large bag on a nearby dressing station and crossed his arms over his chest, smiling as he looked at Reginald for a reaction.