"Go left," Aaralon instructed the imp. "Remember your mission. I want to know who the monster master has working for him."
"Okay," responds the Tar'oth to Aaralon's mind as she begun to flutter in the direction instructed. She naturally found the shadowy parts of the dimly lit corridors to pass through. It would take more than a causal glance to detect the demonic scout.
"Oh my..." the imps gentle voice sounded in Aaralon's mind again as the corridor widened and several wooden doors came into view, "My master has more choices to make."
Aaralon watched through the imp's eyes as she fluttered up to the largest of the doors at this closed end of the corridor. On the door hung a simple rune; one which Aaralon knew well - Master.
The imp travelled on, flying over to the next nearest door on the same side of the dead end. "I can sense some mild magic behind this door, master," echoed the imps thoughts, "but that's all."
Next the imp crossed over the hallway and flew towards the first of the two opposite doors, "Behind this one I can smell sex. It smells female. Oo; and young."
"And this one," the demon's thoughts reached Aaralon's mind again as she flapped over to the last door, "... I can also smell sex behind this door; lots of different scents."
"So master," asked the imp, "Which door do you want openned. Which one do I spy on?" |