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.

"We will!"