Kalidor had been trekking across the blasted landscape for days.  That demon told him the girl would nearing the valley soon, and he wanted her.  Untouched by disease, by demon curse, or by human hands, she was the perfect virgin, and - he thought with greed - the perfect slave.  He had to have her, and he felt with each step he was drawing nearer.  As night fell, the valley came into sight, and he could almost taste her virgin sweat and juices already....