"Heard of? Yes," replies Arath who is also thoroughly revolted, "experienced personally? This has got to take the cake. At least I'll get a good sensory stone out of it."<br/><br/>The creature leers at Marcus for a second, but then responds in kind.<br/><br/>"Well met, Marcus of Bethos, traveller afar. I am Arakka of the Abishai Crimson, Servent of the Five-Headed Mother, Warden of the Soul Pens, Enslaver of the Damned, Guardian of the Mountain. You must be truely desperate or truely foolish to come here seeking refuge. It is rarely safe for ones so frail as yourselves. Such a thing may be possible eventually, but as far as I know all of the portals within the Mount lead to deeper Hells. The most famous is the Portal to the second layer, The City of Dis, which I think would be far more hospitable to your kind. Still... She Who Hoards All Wealth may be able to grant you passage out of Baator completely through some cryptic gate, but you would truely have to be warriors of legend to garner her attention within her own domain!"<br/>