Lord Bile sat regally as Torak greeted them, and then the lady asked a question. Reasonable true, but he had hoped to speak first. Clearing his throat loudly, he straightened his collar. For this occasion, he had dressed up in his upper-class guise. Wearing a fine velvet vest over a silken shirt, silken breaches, long socks, well polished buckled shoes, and fine silk gloves he looked every bit the minor noble, a fact aided by the silver ring set with a notable ruby on his right middle finger. The only thing out of place was the medallion he wore, a depiction of a scorpion with its tail threaded through a human skull. "Torak, let me first say that it is a pleasure to be here in the presence of one of the most evil beings on the face of this plane. My Lord understands you're a bit of a free agent when it comes to trafficking in the lower planes. The last, and sadly so far only, time you called upon my master's aid, well lets say the temples destruction was a success and leave it at that. When you called me here, my master had hoped it was to reach a new agreement; he rather enjoyed bargaining with you. However as you have called other dark powers here, I can assume that there is a reason you are not simply rallying one force against the might of Wethras, but assembling six of us. I must say, it amuses us, but we wish to know the reason. Now."