[Suzerain of Sheol]

Rising from his seat with deliberate slowness, Shealtiel's eyes never leave Lev's. "I was about to ask the same of you," he says evenly. "If the two of you are planning to travel south, that armory you're wearing won't be enough, nor your companion's prodigious talents. Have you ever battled a demon? Not some waddling imp, but a true, black-blooded hellspawn? If you mean to come within a hundred miles of the Infernal Sea, you'll more than get your chance."