Kamariel laughs. "As I said, well-placed. I always left at least one survivor, to tell them exactly how quickly they were decimated. And we don't have much in the way of patrols; mostly, we're just keeping our own walls secure, especially since, with this ever-present dust, and the lack of covering terrain, you can either see ten feet out, or for miles." She glowers at the mention of the pit fiend, though grins wickedly, at his last offer. "Mmm... I bet I could even convince the angel to give me a hand in there. Now, wouldn't that be a show?" she asks, cackling.