Sohssal

Sohssal let out a sigh after Xerxes' explanation. There was no way he could get through to the Hells until he gathered up a lot more magical energy. Still, he nods as Xerxes leaves the paper on the desk. "Farewell," he said. He picked up the paper with his wind spell and walked back towards his comrades.

"I'll explain what happened to anyone who decides to stay after we clear out my manor. Don't worry, no souls have been sold or something - we just talked. So let's get to work immediately, unless any of you need more time to prepare..." he said. He almost eagerly looked back towards the rest of his mansion, and took a couple of seconds to gauge how many sources of magic there were. Sohssal hoped he wouldn't have to chase down dozens of tiny magical blips all day.