Kharos paused in his work, glancing up at Torlok’ab with vague interest.
" ‘The demon’ huh… well usually I’d immolate you for such disrespect, but you have captured my interests for the moment. You do not fear me, that is clear, and for that alone I will allow your existence to continue. You compare yourself to a ravenous kolgol, and me to a mab hoblok, an interesting, yet valid comparison to be sure. However, you are incorrect if you believe that you may leave as you wish, for this prison holds all here equally. Despite this, there are…ways, that you could utilize, and I’d even assist if we work together, although if your largest stipulation is for me to remain here for the time being, I shall. However, even so, there is utterly nothing you can do about my followers in the outside world, for to remove them, you must kill a religion, an idea, much harder than a simple ‘demon’. These are not things you can kill with an army of Olgogs and all the swords in Der’al. What I am offering, is to ally these forces with your own, or at least whomever considers the Warmonger to be the biggest threat to your realm."
He resumed molding the rocks, and said,
"You can do with that what you will, but whomever here is still not yet beyond reason, I’m offering you a free ticket out of here.