Dulce remained unfazed, "Interests have changed."
"So why would a fairly powerful mage such as yourself summon one?" The Archduke pried openly.
"That is a personal matter." He gave a vague response, "Rather, can you tell me if mages have been to the Hells before?"
Tarraz glanced at the lively banquet and then looked back at those pale blue eyes which were unsettlingly empty. After a brief conversation with the mage, he could better see how he could keep the service of a Fiend for so long.
He quickly lost interest in him, ignoring the question directed at him. "Excuse me, I'll let you enjoy the banquet." He said dismissively, walking off.
Dulce let out a sigh of relief when the Fiend walked off, turning to Kath'tan. "Did I say something I wasn't supposed to?" He leaned in to whisper.
