““I am here on behalf of the people of the west. I speak for the Burrows.” “Ohh,” the Demon said, mockery dripping from the word. It made an exaggerated bow, its movements smooth as flowing magma. “An emissary! How quaint. I would expect introductions are in order, then. I am called Briz’nar, Greater Demon, Hand to the Duke of Milonok, and Commander of the Guard.” “That’s delightful,” Racath scowled. “You can call me Azrael.””
