"You are obviously interested in it, and I doubt you are interested in it for purposes of stamping it out like a paladin of Iomedae.  You skipped right over the question of how we raise mortal slaves in Cheliax and went straight to the much more interesting tortures in Hell, wondering exactly how they were designed to suit which purposes of Asmodeus."  Ferrer Maillol gives her, now, the sort of conspiratorial smile that he'd give to a proper member of the Inner Ring (an entire aspect of Asmodean theology whose details Sevar has not yet inquired into, and which she probably isn't ready for).  "I haven't any trouble imagining you, a thousand years hence, as a Baron of Hell overseeing the refinement of thousands of fresh mortals - or maybe even a Duke of Hell set to raise the highest of future devils from the most promising candidates, if you can grasp more Law than Asmodeus Himself is permitted to directly disclose to his lessers.  Though you will be more immediately useful to our Lord if you can train valuable slaves for Him here - keeping in mind that we are all our Lord's slaves.  Don't only think of collared wretches dredging the streets, if training them for sale doesn't seem grand enough to suit you.  Do you find yourself inspired to teach a new generation of wizards, perhaps?  And if so - would you rather teach them in Lastwall, under whatever absurd restrictions hold there?  Or in Cheliax, where you are free to punish and reward as you please, where mortals are your raw material to be freely crafted so long as you deliver results?"

"You are obviously interested in it, and I doubt you are interested in it for purposes of stamping it out like a paladin of Iomedae.  You skipped right over the question of how we raise mortal slaves in Cheliax and went straight to the more interesting tortures in Hell, wondering exactly how they were designed to suit which purposes of Asmodeus."  Ferrer Maillol gives her, now, the sort of conspiratorial smile that he'd give to a proper member of the Inner Ring (an entire aspect of Asmodean theology whose details Sevar has not yet inquired into, and which she probably isn't ready for).  "I haven't any trouble imagining you, a thousand years hence, as a Baron of Hell overseeing the refinement of thousands of fresh mortals - or maybe even a Duke of Hell set to raise the highest of future devils from the most promising candidates, if you can grasp more Law than Asmodeus Himself is permitted to directly disclose to his lessers.  Though you will be more immediately useful to our Lord if you can train valuable slaves for Him here - keeping in mind that we are all our Lord's slaves.  Don't only think of collared wretches dredging the streets, if training them for sale doesn't seem grand enough to suit you.  Do you find yourself inspired to teach a new generation of wizards, perhaps?  And if so - would you rather teach them in Lastwall, under whatever absurd restrictions hold there?  Or in Cheliax, where you are free to punish and reward as you please, where mortals are your raw material to be freely crafted so long as you deliver results?"

"You are obviously interested in it, and I doubt you are interested in it for purposes of stamping it out like a paladin of Iomedae.  You skipped right over the question of how we raise mortal slaves in Cheliax and went straight to the more interesting tortures in Hell, wondering exactly how they were designed to suit which purposes of Asmodeus."  Ferrer Maillol gives her, now, the sort of conspiratorial smile that he'd give to a proper member of the Inner Ring (an entire aspect of Asmodean theology whose details Sevar has not yet inquired into, and which she probably isn't ready for).  "I haven't any trouble imagining you, a thousand years hence, as a Baron of Hell overseeing the refinement of thousands of fresh mortals - or maybe even a Duke of Hell set to raise the highest of future devils from the most promising candidates, if you can grasp more Law than Asmodeus Himself is permitted to directly disclose to his lessers."

"Though you will be more immediately useful to our Lord if you can train valuable slaves for Him here - keeping in mind that we are all our Lord's slaves.  Don't only think of collared wretches dredging the streets, if training them for sale doesn't seem grand enough to suit you.  Do you find yourself inspired to teach a new generation of wizards, perhaps?  And if so - would you rather teach them in Lastwall, under whatever absurd restrictions hold there?  Or in Cheliax, where you are free to punish and reward as you please, where mortals are your raw material to be freely crafted so long as you deliver results?"

"You are obviously interested in it, and I doubt you are interested in it for purposes of stamping it out like a paladin of Iomedae.  You skipped right over the question of how we raise mortal slaves in Cheliax and went straight to the more interesting tortures in Hell, wondering exactly how they were designed to suit which purposes of Asmodeus."  Ferrer Maillol gives her, now, the sort of conspiratorial smile that he'd give to a proper member of the Inner Ring (an entire aspect of Asmodean theology whose details Sevar has not yet inquired into, and which she probably isn't ready for).  "I haven't any trouble imagining you, a thousand years hence, as a Baron of Hell overseeing the refinement of thousands of fresh mortals - or maybe even a Duke of Hell set to raise the highest of future devils from the most promising candidates."

"Though you will be more immediately useful to our Lord if you can train valuable slaves for Him here - keeping in mind that we are all our Lord's slaves.  Don't only think of collared wretches dredging the streets, if training them for sale doesn't seem grand enough to suit you.  Do you find yourself inspired to teach a new generation of wizards, perhaps?  And if so - would you rather teach them in Lastwall, under whatever absurd restrictions hold there?  Or in Cheliax, where you are free to punish and reward as you please, where mortals are your raw material to be freely crafted so long as you deliver results?"

"You are obviously interested in it, and I doubt you are interested in it for purposes of stamping it out like a paladin of Iomedae.  You skipped right over the question of how we raise mortal slaves in Cheliax and went straight to the more interesting tortures in Hell, wondering exactly how they were designed to suit which purposes of Asmodeus."  Ferrer Maillol gives her, now, the sort of conspiratorial smile that he'd give to an up-and-coming new member of the Inner Ring (an entire aspect of Asmodean theology whose details Sevar has not yet inquired into, and which she probably isn't ready for).  "I haven't any trouble imagining you, a thousand years hence, as a Baron of Hell overseeing the refinement of thousands of fresh mortals - or maybe even a Duke of Hell set to raise the highest of future devils from the most promising candidates."

"Though you will be more immediately useful to our Lord if you can train valuable slaves for Him here - keeping in mind that we are all our Lord's slaves.  Don't only think of collared wretches dredging the streets, if training them for sale doesn't seem grand enough to suit you.  Do you find yourself inspired to teach a new generation of wizards, perhaps?  And if so - would you rather teach them in Lastwall, under whatever absurd restrictions hold there?  Or in Cheliax, where you are free to punish and reward as you please, where mortals are your raw material to be freely crafted so long as you deliver results?"