A deep and loud maniacal laugh echoed through the halls of Selenite Manor as the rustling of chains grew more and more violent. Deep in the lowest pits of the dungeon sat Asmoday as he looked up from his cell and into your eyes.
"What's wrong? Your lot were the ones that decided it'd be best to trap me in this hellhole. I thought you could handle someone as insignificant as little ol' me."
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