<strong>Xullim</strong><br/><br/>That was an odd turn of events. A devil summoned and speaking with familiarity to one of the staff. It shouldn't have been surprising but Xullim found himself surprised none the less. Being that it had received offerings, Xullim was entirely ready to vanquish the master should he be even remotely thought of as an offering. That or at the very least submit one of his classmates as a far more viable supplicant. His tongue was gifted with the power to sway minds, and when that didn't work there was outright violence but such a thing was frowned upon and would require his family to get involved. How irritating it was to involve them. They had sent him here to be killed or found worthy, and thus far he hadn't particularly succeeded in either regard.<br/><br/>Xullim decided it was time to speak up. He cleared his throat and, in very precise Infernal, addressed the creature.<strong>"How many offerings has he given you through the years? Were they students?"</strong>It would do well to sow animosity between the teacher and the students, for the coming time when he would see some of the lesser staff dispatched. He had never disliked Jevan, but some sacrifices would have to be made and if they weren't with you they were against you. Failing that, he could set up some of his fellow students to take the fall, and if it benefited Jevan, a potential ally, he could have them dispatched by this creature more easily than simply ridding himself of the body in a chasm or crevice.