Shadowdale proper is filled with a wave of inspiration. Yes, it is like a muse from the pantheons of the Old Gods had descended upon the city--before the storm, priests and farmers abruptly halt, diverting from the humdrum daily routines and take time to scribble verse or prose upon scraps of parchment or upon the earth itself with willow and oak twigs. Then, as the Bitch Queen appears in the city proper a chill descends. It is like unto an early autumn frost and sends many a crofter and tradesman running for their mantle or cloak.<br/><br/>Demi-Fiend would, again, find her attempts at magical travel thwarted. Indeed, neither ethereal travel or teleportation may bypass the walls of the Sage's tower. She would have to depart the way she entered. Teleporting from beyond the tower grounds to Shadowdale proper was easy enough.<br/><br/>Within moments of Demi-Fiend's appearance both Devils hear the neighing of a horse. Mounted upon a great silver destrier: a human woman with silver hair her beauty is striking, perchance even inimitable. She spares demi-lich and The Bitch Queen a stare half again as chilly as the brisk autumn frost air. "You have come for tea." Here, the woman spares a glance to the skyline of shadowdale. A massive Moydeus screams as a word in the tongue of heaven send it hurtling to the ground.<br/><br/>She looks at the devils once more. "And you have brought the dredges of the lower planes." Her tone is bland laced with a deep and all-consuming rage.<br/><br/>"Dip your banners and we will spare you he humiliation of a century of banishment from this plane."