The woman tilts her head toward Demilich and arches a single narrow silver brow.<strong> "You're quite intent upon speaking to him, then?" Her tone is lilting--indicative of an elfin accent. "Well, I suppose you could -try- to enter and speak to Lhaeo--more like than not he'll make you fill out heaps of insufferable paperwork. I once sought him in a manner concerning a Dragon . . . eventually, my companions and I tired of the paperwork and we just departed for the Savage Frontier and slew the beast."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I believe he is adventuring on the planes, though I doubt he'll return to the Hells anytime, soon. I suppose you could leave a note with Lhaeo, though he rarely entertains demons, or devils. If you maintained some measure of civility, he might speak with you--I have heard that Asmodeus finds him, ah, entertaining."</strong>