As he advances on the gate to Dispater's fortress, it swings open, silently, just before he knocks. A single erinyes, dressed in a functional and actually not revealing, outfit greets him. "His Lordship is expecting you. If you would follow me?"<br/><br/>She led him through the maze of twisting passages, all alike, until they arrived in a small dining room that his sense of direction is telling him as a hallway a few hundred feet before. Dispater is already seated, enjoying a nice meal. "Sorry about that," he said. "I wasn't certain when you'd arrive. Please, sit. You're here because you seek information." A statement, not a question.