[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel looks around the square nervously, taking note of the many, many places an enemy could be hiding. Whatever is living here seems to be mostly terrestrial if none of the others can sense it, but humans can be just as dangerous as demons, and perhaps more cruel.

"I don't like this," he grunts, starting to stalk off toward one of the buildings, leaning heavily on his cane. "We're too exposed out here. Let's get what we came for." He is far weaker than he cares to admit, and terribly hungry, too, now that the prospect of food is so near.