What is your word? Az...pel...umber...? My apologies, Daeva of ebon wings.
Gelkmaros has been my home for time untold. Much has changed in those years--most of it unpleasant.
Many of my kin have been born, lived long lives, then died, usually at the hands of the one constant here--the Balaur.
Now you Asmodians come.... Will you fare better than we have? I sincerely hope so.