The pair, a pit fiend and incubus, land before you as the other three begin circling over head. "Unfortunately there is. Flying is restricted to those of the Black Satin." The incubus says with a sultry voice as he gestures towards a golden emblem on his black pants. "Put forth by the new Demon Lord, was afraid his little pets might fly away . . . or that some foolish adventurer would try to rescue someone." The incubus' eyes lock onto you as he steps closer. Close enough to smell the pheromones off of the fiend, the incubus lightly traces the edge of your clothing with his finger. "Tell me. Why would one such as yourself wear such pitiful clothing and where did you come from?"<br/><br/>((DC 15 Wis saving throw against being charmed by the Incubus.))<br/><br/>Ivana Rose, Hp 73/73, Temp Hp 37/37<br/>4+ hours remaining on Monstrous Shape<br/><br/>Current Inventory<br/>Pouch of 15000 gold, in platinum and various gems.<br/>Modified ragged clothes. Tunic, skirt, sandals.