Volgeleth stood in front of the ornately-carved, white-painted wooden door. He raised his clawed hand to knock, then hesitated. He puffed out a small cloud of dark smoke. How had it come to this? he wondered. He was the High Priest of the Golaxaar, not some lesser demon. He was no one’s errand boy. And knocking on a stupid human’s door? Inconceivable! Volgeleth never asked permission to enter someone’s home.
He scowled, then remembered the king’s words to him before sending him on this clus