Before long, I got reunited with Nekrosi and Vitriol who had returned from making contact with the supposed messenger of the Varied Calstone.
Nekrosi described that the meeting had been brief but productive—a representative from the Varied Calstone Legion had confirmed our appointment, essentially.
Twenty-three hours from now, we would convene in a rented meeting hall designated as Firebrass.
The name struck me as oddly fitting for demon business dealings.
"Vitriol," I said. "Anything sketchy about that meeting?"
After a full five seconds, nothing came out.
Her four clawed hands clenched, and I could practically feel the frustration radiating from that empty darkness where her face should have been.
Right.
The command I gave her prevented her from saying foolish things—and apparently, most of what Vitriol wanted to say fell into that category.
The Ego-enforced contract was working exactly as intended, but this clearly wasn't the time for such restrictions.
