<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/><hr/><br/>Piro tisked in aggravation at the news of what became of the pale man; he knew he should have subdued him before giving him such an opportunity.  With any luck, their infernal escort would be there to intercept his escape, but he couldn’t help but doubt the chances of that happening.  Baudhiel’s outburst sidetracked him from that line of thought as he prepared himself to intercede should her anger boil over into something more physical than her vocalized ire.  Piro couldn’t wholly disagree with the core of her argument; there was little he could imagine somebody could do in life to warrant an eternity of relentless torture.  After all, walking the halls of these mechanisms had only filled him with sorrow for those who were strapped to such devices.  There was no thought of the wickedness they wrought in life nor the sort of person they were even now; all he could see was somebody who was in agony and in need of help.<br/><br/>When the man made his way towards the entrance, he quickly stepped up to walk alongside their informant to help him with the door as well as hoping to garner a little more usefulness out of him.<strong>”Is there any way to see where he might have went or to quickly send word to our… companions that yet remain beyond the wards?”</strong>A bitter taste filled his mouth when he referred to their jailors as such.<strong>”If he truly is loyal to his former master, I don’t trust whatever intentions he may have in mind with that talisman.”</strong>