Suite 518/520, late Sunday night -- NFB
When Bel shimmered back into his room, maybe two sheets to the wind from the beer and hard cider, a burst of flame greeted him. A rolled parchment appeared on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Instantly sober, Bel carefully picked up the parchment, knowing instinctively it had arrived from the Underworld. Reading it just confirmed his fears.
Belthazor -
I have an assignment for you, something that only your powers can achieve. I need you to retrieve a magical amulet, one that's hanging from the neck of a witch. You will report to me in two days.
I trust you will not disappoint me.
Raynor
The note vanished the same way it had appeared. Bel stood in the dark room, his heart pounding. If he did this, he'd be falling back into the clutches of the Underworld, not to mention disappointing and angering everyone who had put their faith in him. But if he didn't...he probably wouldn't live to regret it.
[Just establishing, not for interaction unless the girlfriend wakes up.]
Instantly sober, Bel carefully picked up the parchment, knowing instinctively it had arrived from the Underworld. Reading it just confirmed his fears.
Belthazor -
I have an assignment for you, something that only your powers can achieve. I need you to retrieve a magical amulet, one that's hanging from the neck of a witch. You will report to me in two days.
I trust you will not disappoint me.
Raynor
The note vanished the same way it had appeared. Bel stood in the dark room, his heart pounding. If he did this, he'd be falling back into the clutches of the Underworld, not to mention disappointing and angering everyone who had put their faith in him. But if he didn't...he probably wouldn't live to regret it.
[Just establishing, not for interaction unless the girlfriend wakes up.]