Alaedra blinks, completely bewildered by the imps rapid fire instructions. It takes her a few moments to sort it out in her mind, that apparently she needs to go to the cellar to get a form to let her go the third floor to get another form to then fill out to get her papers. Thoroughly insane, Alaedra thinks, competely and untterly insane.<br/><br/>"Okay...the cellar, first door on the left." Alaedra says quietly to herself, turning away from the imp to the stairwell it indicated. With any luck, Alaedra can find the papers, or someone to help her, and maybe a quill and some ink as well. If not, maybe this imp here will let her use a quill and some ink, then she can get this all underway.<br/><br/>((Hehe, your post was great. Nice sense of Hell's bureaucracy. :)))