Galawayn's pointed ears perked up at the tiefling's confession. "A pact?... What sort do you mean?" Galawayn could already guess what this tiefling probably meant. It seemed she was on the foolish path of embracing her cursed heritage. "I would suggest letting these sleeping dogs lie... Nothing but tears can be had from the lower planes." The wizard stood up and held his hand out to the rogue. "Now... my book, if you please?" He asked... Immediately followed by his lips silently miming out an additional sentence. [i]"This is not a subject to discuss in polite society... If you are absolutely sure about this, then meet me somewhere before midnight... better I help you with this than you get involved with some demon cult or another."[/i]

He turned around and went back to Jethro, who he assuemd was still negotiating with the elves. His step carried a huff just slightly too juxtaposed with his covert offer of help... As if the gnome was playing an act. He hoped the tiefling would understand revulsion was to be considered the standard response in public.