The She-Demon wanders down a hall lit by the last light of the moons as they reflected off the shards of glass though the open cracks of the walls. She runs her hands along various stone carvings etched out of the remaining walls themselves. "Along this passageway is my races recordings of the races of the world. Each statue has an engraving for the race it represents. on't overdo your poor brian in one sitting please. I'd hate to has to pelt you with snowballs just to cool your brain down!" She chuckles and takes a seat on the floor and waits for you to finish with reading.
Lower demons:
You feel the brittle ends of her claws as she wipes beads of sweat from your forhead. " Tough, reading, eh? She chides, as she beckons you back to the entrance