<strong>Xullim</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I would give you my name, but I am not so foolish. Suffice that I am called Xullim, child of Barbariccia, given power over devils and their kin. I am in this room because I was bidden and have sworn attendance. Now you, answer my questions already posed. What has he given you? How many students? Be quick, my patience wanes."</strong>His foot began to tap impatiently, and loudly. He did not imagine there was much noise beside himself in the room.<em>Way to go. Make a target of yourself. Ask stupid questions then back it up with all the bravado you have. Oh well, at least it's working so far.</em>Xullim narrowed his eyes at the creature. He raised the back of his hand, prepared to summon the foul energies at his disposal should the creature prove... unwilling to cooperate. Also, he ensured that should that exact set of circumstances arise, he knew in which direction to make a strategic redeployment that would interpose the greatest number of his enemies.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Readied eldritch blast should it move more than 3 feet toward me.</div></div>