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"Indeed."

The angel moves to the front and stands before the door. She looks back once over her shoulder, then activates the hidden latch. The door slides open, and she steps in.

The angel does not turn to look at Praxim, but gives him a sidelong glance. "You, perhaps." She stares forward. "But him? Not a chance."

"My specialty is the legions of the Abyss, not this...thing. It certainly is a portal of some sort. And that dark energy gathering in the opposite ends of this room is powering something here."

She pauses, deep in thought.

"As far as how to destroy it, I would guess those crystal pylons are a key to that."

"This...is not good..."

"Towards 'Inib', very well." the angel says and moves off with Thordak.

" I was under the impression that mortals were always in a hurry due to their short life spans. Clearly you all have plenty of time to spare. Which direction?"

Angel of Sass.

"The runes under each figure say 'Inib', 'Gorryan', 'Aanstrin', 'Xerriock'. But what that may mean, I have no idea. Let us move on. Which direction should we go?

I...I cannot focus...it is as if the very walls exude evil..."

"I leave such things for mortals." she replies with a sniff, "Mortals have such short lives, that they need to indulge in extremes of emotion. I would guess to experience the full spectrum of life before it is snuffed out like a candle."

Seeing Rexil's reaction to her words about 'short lives' and 'snuffed out', she frowns.

"What is wrong?"

"I would expect that it would be...for mortals..." she says dryly.

"For the most part, mortal." she says haughtily. "While I will take your...'guidance'...regarding your order of battle, I will not take orders from you. I have fought - and survived - in a thousand thousand battles. This is but a minor skirmish in the grand scheme of things. I believe I know my role best."

From a metagame standpoint: I will be controlling the deva. We'll have some fun with this. Let me know when you're leveled and ready to go.

"I am quite certain you have taken what you need from these." The angel says as she gathers up your offer. "But I will ensure they are not used for evil again. We have an accord. What next?"

"This..." she says grimly, "...is an excellent start. Anything else similar? I would expect this place to be full of such things."

To Praxim, the angel says: "A worthy goal, and a wise course of action."

To Lym, she says: "Rules binding those of the Lower Planes? I have yet to see such rules. Your description of Karzoug is an apt one, yet I see little difference between his evil and that of the Abyss or the Hells."

She smiles as Thordak speaks. Clearly she heard his comment. "Gods? Not I, valiant dwarf. I am merely a soldier in the Endless War."

"I will help you," the angel says, "but there is a price. While such a cause as this is great, it pails in comparison to the conflict that does not end. I will be missed, and I should bear some token upon my return that my time here was well spent."

"What do you offer?"

The golden-skinned figure looks about it's surroundings, eyes narrowed, listening carefully.

"Where I come from, mortals, we usually begin with the pleasantries" she says with a nod to Tomaru. "Greetings child of Desna. And all of you: maui i anor míroiale bo in cín ambar"

"A great evil indeed. So tell me paladin of Erastil: why should I care?" The angel looks at each of you, holding your eyes in turn. "Why is this worth my time? The Runelords have been dead for ten thousand years. Are you trying to tell me that your treasure-hunting expedition in this...place...has anything to do with them?"

She frowns. "Karzoug espoused the Sin of Greed. Necromancy was not within his portfolio." Her voice has the sound of menace.