Slind spends some time looking around the room, jokingly covering his raven's eyes when they passed by the picture of the four succubi. "Don't look Divroc. You're not old enough," he says, laughing a little bit, causing the raven to move over, shifting from his left shoulder to his right. He stops when he notices the writing over the doorway. "Lord Behomohn?" The sorcerer spoke the name, raising an eyebrow. "Does... anyone know anything about demons... or whatever that name belongs to?" Slind asked. He wasn't particularly well versed in the names of demons and such.