<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Piro would go to the felled imp and pry the signet ring off its finger, taking a moment to look at it before closing it in his fist and returning to the broken man.  At this point his emotions were hidden behind a façade of neutrality to hide his struggles to maintain rational thought among so much suffering going on around him.<strong>”Tell me more about how these wards are fueled.  What price must be paid to keep the wards running and how often must it be made?”</strong>He was only just sold on the idea of maintaining a stronghold within these damned lands; the price of maintaining such a bastion could very well be enough to tip the scales of his decision one way or another.  Looking at the various implements of torture and the mechanisms that extracted the life from those attached to it, he feared what the likely answer may be.  If  the defenses were truly powered by the life forces of its prisoners, then he knew he would not have it in him to harm so many for his own gain.