Well, so much for the tower.  There really didn't seem to be much of worth in there, aside from the blatantly obvious, magically-warded chests, and given how little of worth was in the tower, she wasn't expecting those to contain much of value either.  Elminster's clothes, perhaps.  Or his collection of rare and expensive pipes.  Either way, with the secretary dead, Demi-Fiend had little else keeping her there, so she left the quickest way she knew how.<br/><br/>One use of her<em>Greater Teleport</em>ability later, the diminutive devil found herself face to deceptively-beautiful face with an evil goddess.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, Na'Amah the Bitch Queen."</strong>And Demi-Fiend made sure to bow before said goddess, though it was a bow at the waist, a sign of respect among equals, rather than the act of supplication one otherwise might have expected from a mere outsider.<strong>"I'm glad to see I wasn't the only one to make the decision to arrive early at this little party.  Sadly, the Sage of Shadowdale is busy having wacky misadventures on another plane.  We can expect him to arrive late, as usual, and to bring his own party favors."</strong><br/><br/>Hmm, something seemed a bit different, compared to when she had first entered the tower...  What was it, though?  It seemed like things looked a bit different, though the many protections she enjoyed made it difficult to properly appreciate most changes in her surrounding environments.  What could it be...?  Ah, of course.<br/><br/><strong>"By the way, is it safe to assume that the sudden, unseasonable change of weather we're having is your doing?"</strong>