Vorcet felt the small imp begin to materialize in the room before it was visible. The smell that of sulfur and brimstone due to its natural habitat. It settled in nervously accross the desk from vorcet as he sat bent over his notes on ancient Netheril magic and history.
The imp wringing its hands seemed to be having a hard time starting so Vorcet set his pen down and looked at the little monster for a second before saying, "Out with it Imp. I havn't got all day."
"I overheard something that may interest you, though I must caution you... You must not trust them." The imp managed to get out, the level of nervousness was abnormal even for his kind.
"I'll make the decisions on who and what I trust imp, just tell me what you overheard. Let us not forget what happened the last time you left something out in your reports."
"No no master of course I would never lie to yoU!" The imp said defensively, too quickly. "I overheard a woman and a man talking in Kefkaburg, They spoke at length about balance." The imp seemed to hesitate here but Vorcet pressed the imp further, "The woman mentioned meeting a gold skinned man, and she was going to go see him."
The imp seemed to get overly agitated and was quickly becoming inconsolable, "Master you cant go, you must not. The Rilmani are devious and fickle. Liars Master! Liars!"
"You are dismissed imp, Ill take it from here." Vorcet said calmly having already made up his mind that if a creature of demon plains was afraid of this being, it was something that He very much wanted to see for himself.
"Master no, you cant," the Imp started but Vorcet cut him off. "You can either go back to your own plane on your own... Or I will send you back the difficult way with no chance to return for one thousand years."
The pop in the air was audible as the imp dissapeared back to its home plane.
"I suppose its time I visited Westbridge again." Vorcet said to his office door.
