Heard before I came. Heard about the heat, the lava, the ash, the fire. They weren't a problem.

Didn't hear about the stench though. Gets into my nostrils, gets into my mind. Isn't the sulphur, I'm used to that. It's the creatures.

Player: "Which?"

The Crawling Clodworms are the first. A week old corpse smells better. Then there are the Sulfur Slimes.

Both vile. Both despicable. Both deserve to die.

You'll do it, won't you, Player? You'll kill them. You'll destroy them.

Player: Accept.

Zikel smiles on this conversation, and Triniel blesses you with her powers.

Now go, extinguish them as you would the evening's candles. Kill ten of the Crawling Clodworms, and twenty of the Sulfur Slimes.

Blood for blood. Theirs for yours. Yours for mine. Mine for Asmodae.

Player: "Blood for blood."

Is your work done?

Player: "It is."

Then I owe you my thanks. Their corpses will rot away, and the air will be all the better for it. My work here will be done all the sooner.

Take this. The Shedim Lords do not expect tasks done well to go unrewarded.