"My name," the demon begins, letting out a pause for dramatic effect, "is Zentoro Hayse. And the reason that I am happy..."<br/><br/>He suddenly disappears from view, only to reappear behind Tora and Shelna in the hallway past the double doors. Shelna's fists balled up and assumed a fighting stance, but she did not strike<br/><br/>"...is because this place has been soooo droll since the ritual. I do not regret my pact, not at all. It brought much power to the Eleven Hells and my patron, yet as custodian, all I have to gaze upon is a dead, soulless place."<br/><br/>Zentoro's eyes rested upon the device to the south.<br/><br/>"I can infer many guesses as to your natures and purpose. Is it gold you want? Knowledge of those who lived before you? Either way, I can offer you answers."<br/><br/>"If I may speak," Shelna began, "but I doubt that you'll volunteer things of value without something to gain. What is your angle on this, demon?"<br/><br/>Zentoro laughed. "Ah, it seems that the current generation of mortals have no tact. Or maybe my times in the courts of Nuria Natal embedded in me a familiarity with their verbal dances and half-truths. Very well."<br/><br/>His clawed, nailed fingers snapped together, sounding more akin to the clashing of blades. A shimmering portal...no, an illusory portal, appear to his right. Beyond its oval frame was blue skies and hills of verdant green.<br/><br/>"To the south of her is the Yawchaka Jungle, home to the mortal domain of Kush. I heard word that there are more of my brethren living among its stony cities, and I feel that it's high time for my shift to be over. Bring a vial of my blood to this place within your lifetime, and I shall disable the rest of the traps beyond."<br/><br/>Zentoro offers a warm smile, or as warm as a demon can give. "You still have a whole floor left to go, and should you die your soul shall be in turmoil. The remaining trinkets within decay in the tombs of a now-damned vizier, as though they may not even exist...think of it as a payment up front for this little task. If you refuse, that's fine too, but I'll be here, sitting in my throne, when you come back to change your mind."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sense Motive DC 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">You think that Zentoro is resentful, and that he desperately wishes to abandon his post and go off to Kush. That much does seem straightforward. However, the vial he has in his belt is not of his own blood; an actual demon would keep such valuable essence much more secure, even if handing over to relative strangers.</div></div>