The first thing Maverick tried was pressing his pointed ears against the doors. After that failed, he pulled a small crystal sphere from a small pouch and attempted to scry into the room. It was with a string of curses he realized the woman had warded the entire room. Oh, she was good, the fiend thought, tapping a long finger against his chin as he racked his brain for an answer.
It was doubtful that whatever she was telling him was good, well, good for the fiend anyway. She knew Arthuriel more than likely, but Maverick wasn't sure how that knowledge would help him. Anyone who knew Arthuriel was either stupid, powerful enough to gain his respect or just under his control.
She wasn't stupid, that much was obvious. And Maverick had to assume she was powerful, it wouldn't do to underestimate her. He considered going to the Demon's Merchant himself for answers though any deal with him would probably include a hefty price for the fiend.
No, Maverick decided, he wouldn't go to Arthuriel. His handsome face gained a wicked grin as he stepped gracefully awhile from the door. Arthuriel was powerful, yes, as well as ageless as far as Maverick knew. But there were many demons and devils in the lower planes who would do almost anything for a chance on this world. He almost laughed at the irony of it, he had gotten free when many others, older and more powerful, had not.
