There...was something wrong here. Wrenna could tell from the second he realized that she was in there. The way he was moving was all wrong and his statue in general wasn't right either.He was...small. Not height wise but in mass. Wasn't the demon king supposed to be this fierce mighty guy? But...here he was, looking like the weight of his robe was going to make him fall down, pale as the moon (a trait that she had seen in no demon before him and made him look sickly), he was shaking like a leaf and...he just didn't look the part. He wasn't even saying anything menacingly. Sure, what he was saying might be good villain martial if he didn't stutter and actually said it in the right tone, but this guy was as nervous as could be!

"Really? You're the demon king?" Wrenna asked after a few moments of confusion. "No no, you can't be. You're so...tiny and meek. The prince?...No you can't be that either..You must be some sort of stand in? A ruse! Yes! That must be it! You're a distraction to keep me from the real king! Tell me where he is this instant!" Wrenna demanded as she started to take a few steps towards the shaking demon.