Dispater studies him, curious. "Interesting. A significant offer, amongst the lower layers of Hell; souls may be cheap on Avernus, but down here, they are nothing but valuable. And not pitiful souls, either... you must really desire her, then. What do you say, my dear? Would you like to leave this place?" The kitsune looks at him for a moment, then shakes her head; Draiss can check, she's not currently under any enchantment, though he does detect a massive amount of guilt. "I'm afraid that's her answer. And, I assure you, though please, examine her yourself, she's not under any mental influence. You see, as a being of Faerie, her promise is law, as you are likely well aware. And, many years ago, she made a promise to honor my request, which she is, now. Hardly a prisoner, truthfully."<br/><br/>"However, as to your other question... the answer is yes, and she is here, within my tower, in the lowest reaches, believing she is ascending while always going deeper. You see, she asked that same question, not three weeks ago, but she didn't like this answer, and refused to leave, until I gave in. I suspect she'll be here quite a while, with that attitude, as the terms of my contract with this one do not expire for another... one thousand, three hundred, and twenty nine days."