Infernion paces restlessly for a good deal of the evening, often looking up at the sky.
Infernus is on the move.
The red's crocodile smile returns. These men and women that travel with me have no concept of the cruelty and evil they are about to face. Devils from another plane are one thing. The master of Hell here on earth is something very different.
Eventually Infernion's pacing slows. He slumps against a tree from exhaustion more then anything.