B-big! Big! Giant demon general! Oh creation, oh oh, what was she going to do? What had she [i]done[/i]?! 

For a brief instant, Giriel's senses fled her entirely and she was simply convinced that she was going to die. No amount of images in books, or scale illustrations with tiny stick figures for scale and descriptions of strengths, weaknesses, and magical sympathies actually prepared a person to stand before a great demon with a hundred hands whose voice is the sonorous thunder of that which should not be in such a place! She could not speak, could not think, could not be quail and wonder at how she had brought herself to die. 

A moment passes. Giriel feels the presence of Peregrine at her side, rehearsing...something? Was she going to try and cast a spell at this thing. Or...an augury like it was asking? It was asking for an augury was it not? Or was it expecting them to have already done an augury perhaps? Would attempting a working now be viewed as untoward? Did Peregrine even care? No probably not, probably she was simply curious whether a binding seal would work cast via a transposed soul manifesting in hell and was either fully convinced in her technique or fully prepared to die for the pursuit of knowledge. Knowing her, she had a plan for someone to offer their body as a vessel for her in a year or two so she could get back to work undisturbed while everyone thought she was dead. 

That was [i]not[/i] a helpful line of thought and still they were being met with expectation. How much time had passed? Probably a year? Or 30 seconds as the creature cut off itself and waved about blue veils as though showing off its grisly trophies would win them over to its cause. 

"The symbols are the stone and the sickle!" Giriel blurts out. "The burning stone is your symbol of victory and the sickle your symbol of battle. For...for it is the place of your armies to reap where they go and leave a harvest of flame upon the world. You should be wary of the...uh the dragon and the stag because of...um the dragons opposing your forces and the stag preventing your march, who will, uh, probably unite to defeat your armies?"

Oh gosh, that was the worst, the absolute worst generic read she'd ever made and she'd actually been so uninventive that she'd tipped the demon off to two actual major forces in the area if it was paying attention.

[Defy Disaster with wits. Giriel was willing to sacrifice information about Red Wolf and Uusha to the demons. 1+1+2=4. Snake eyes XP]