At first, Leneas sounded slow. Frustratingly slow. By the third 'well', Cassarah was about to start being more specific and ask about description, personality, powers, authority and such. Then he went and threw a question right back at her, an odd one at that. Cassarah habitually glanced over to her staff to double check that it was in reach. The only talk of a demon invasion was in some old text that claimed there would be some kind of demon king in ten thousand years from when it was written. Or was it five hundred? Cassarah was never good with the strange numeral system that the demons used. Either way it was nonsensical.

[i]Wait,[/i] Cassarah stopped herself from beating a hasty retreat, [i]A guard would be far more smug if he wanted a confession out of me.[/i] Cassarah angled her head an eighth turn to one side in curiosity. "Demons don't war, they raid," Cassarah admitted, "They don't unite to war. To do that would require a...a..." Cassarah waved a hand in the air, trying to find the word, "A leader. A king. I don't think you would have to worry, Leneas. That kind of thing only happens in stories." Cassarah leaned forward on the table, "Now, I thought we were talking about Astech. Is that a specific demon? A variety you saw? Tell me."

Perhaps Cassarah had said too much, but she would be able to get out of there if it turned out to be a guard out for cheap glory. She often didn't check herself when talking about the subject of her research.