<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/vwE6K1D.jpg)</div><br/>The djinn looked at Zerxel and floated around her as if nothing more than a cloud of air.  She looked into Zerxel's eyes for a moment then bent low and examined Zerxel's still flat belly, nodding slightly and smirking.<strong>"Interesting, elf.  You do not tell me your name even though I gave you mine.  You flatter me, as if you know my kind are susceptable to such things, but also with hold information about yourself, as if you know that I desire it.  I can not decide if this is because you are foolish or very cagy.  Somehow, I think it is the latter of the two."</strong><br/><br/>Mistress Skie pointed at Zerxel's belly,<strong>"Though you smell of demon seed, and more, that is no demon you carry.  You have consumed a soul fruit.  An act which may have been borne of desperation, of nobility, or of selfish greed." </strong>The djinn shrugged and tilted her head,<strong>"In any case, it matters not to me." </strong><br/><br/>She floated back, almost in a reclining pose as she waved her hand in the air seemingly bored,<strong>"I have traversed the breadth of this level and know the true exit, as well the location of the golden door.  However this information is very costly, and I doubt you have much that would interest me.  Certainly I care little of your homeland or the dark skinned elves that inhabit it.  The lands under the earth are not my concern." </strong><br/><br/>She leaned forwards, her smile returning.  She waved her hand in the direction of Zerxel, and the drow felt a spell pass over her for a moment.  Then the sound of slight clinking hitting the ground.  Zerxel looked down and saw that three eyebots lay uncloaked, motionless on the ground.  Mistress Skie then added in a somewhat more interested voice,<strong>"However you do possess some knowledge that I might, and I stress the word might, find useful.  So I will barter with you.  I will give you the location of the golden door, or the true exit, your choice but not both.  In exchange I would know every aspect, every scrap of information, every bit of detail, you can think of about the demonic counselor that has marked you.  It smells like the fiend Malefactus, but might be the shadowlord.  The two are so alike and fight over the same demesne, that sometimes it is hard to tell.  I would hear you give your thoughts, your impressions, your observations on your chosen counselor.  Know too that I will know if you lie.  Do this and I will give you the location of the golden door, or the exit.   Do we have a deal? </strong>