(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Questions... this amuses me. You may ask." Its eyes stared into mine in the
most disturbing way. I was confident in my mental fortitude... I'd gotten out
of plenty of scrapes out of sheer will alone, but Agril-Shanak was more alien
a force than I'd ever faced.
"What are you?"
"Some call me a fiend... some a friend. I am Agril-Shanak. I am tanar'ri. I
have achieved my status through hard work, treachery, blood, and fear. I am
a creature of nightmare." He fell silent.
"Who calls you 'fiend' and who calls you 'friend,' exactly?"
"The ignorant who cannot see beyond fear and prejudice. It is their
shortsightedness that causes them to label me such... and those who desire
power often see me as a means to an end. It is they who call me friend."
"Those are vague answers..."
"Ah, but they are answers nonetheless." He leaned toward me. "The only
answers I will give you..."
"What are you doing here?"
"Awaiting my freedom. Perhaps you have come to grant it? You have the
scroll..." He pointed a clawed finger at the parchment Dona Quisho gave me.
"How did you come to be trapped here?"
"I do not know..." There was a long pause before he continued. "I was
summoned and I answered the call. A greater force then intercepted me and
I came here. I have been trapped since."
"Who summoned you?"
"You know the answer, you hold the scroll in your hand. It was Dona
Quisho."
I nodded, "Dona Quisho sent me to free you. How do I do that?"
He pointed a clawed finger at the edge of the pentagram. "Simply break the
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