After a bit more discussion with the two, Soreth finally approached the cell himself. As the guard nearby moved back slightly, the younger demon leaned forward and reached for something in his pocket. "Can you hear me? Do you understand why you're here?" His voice felt a little different in his throat, though it didn't sound very different to him. "It's rather unfortunate that you've ended up in this position here. I'm afraid you may be here for a while. Still, if you're willing to help us a little, we might be willing to go easy on you for your transgressions." Holding up the cloth in his free hand to where there was a little more light, he continued. "There was an odd piece of fabric on you when you were captured, wasn't there? Tell me, what is it?" 

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After over a half hour of questioning and discussion, the tired demon finally found himself heading back down the hall he had come through before. He could hardly wait to get back to his room, though he tried not to stop too often on the way. When he eventually did make it back to the living quarters, he dismissed the guard before walking the rest of he way back to his door on his own.