"Well... sort of. His name is Ixiril, and according to what I can find on him, he's a minor demon lord, who... well, his domain started to grow, explosively... the day he attacked you. I've been pulling in contacts and favors all across the planes just to piece together the few clues we had; the aboleth was the last piece I needed, to get everything in place. An aboleth mage is rare; knowing that one was hired, and when... well, there were only two, and the other one was still alive. Took a big bribe, I hope you don't mind, to get the information of who hired him, then Kamariel... 'questioned' him, once we tracked the bastard down, and then..." She waves her hands, cutting off what might be a very long and detailed explanation. "Long story short, I finally managed to get a hold of this name, and between my knowledge and your resources and a few... 'contacts'," she says, dodging the word 'spy', "I've learned what I can about him. With that information, I think I've finally pieced together the entire sequence of events. There's no question; it's him."<br/><br/>"There are, of course, a few problems. According to reports, he's undoubtedly a demon lord, in terms of power and influence, and location in the Abyss... but the few sources I managed to obtain that discuss his origin indicate that he is, in fact, an imp. An imp with a bit of an... ego problem, to say the least, judging by the size of his army and citadel." She taps the projector, and brings up an image of the fortress that the imp resides in, a massive, towering affair, that easily dwarfs the sultan's palace.