[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel nods, pointing to the door with his cane. "Go."

These two new antagonists must be something out of the ordinary, if Michael and Dante together couldn't handle them. As they shuffle out of the tavern, Shealtiel readies himself to call upon death magicks, if need be. He hasn't detected any spiritual surges, so it's likely whatever they are will perish easily to the claws of Sheol.