Nanna May didn't answer Flicker's question straight away. Instead, she took a second bite out of the heart and began slowly making her way across the room towards the fire genasi as she savored the blood soaked flesh she was chewing on, utterly unconcerned by the flame in Flicker's hand. As she walked, each member of the party would notice two strange adornments hanging from Nanna May's belt. The larger of the two was a wood carving of a broad shouldered and exceptionally ugly hunchbacked old woman with arms like tree trunks and claws like scimitars. The smaller of the two was an ice sculpture - in perfect condition despite the warm weather - which looked like an emaciated, spindly limbed old woman holding a strange staff in one hand.

"The Hells you say?" Nanna May said after swallowing the heart flesh in her mouth and licking her lips clean as she stopped about ten feet away from Flicker. "It's funny you should mention them, my little firecracker. You see, the Nine Hells have a lot to do with what's going on in this tower... So does Gehenna... And the Abyss too... Perhaps showing you would be easier." With that said, Nanna May brought two fingers to her lips and whistled. In response, the sounds of frantic footfalls could be heard from the floor above. A moment later, the ten black leather bags that had been sitting on the table on the tower's upper level came sprinting down the stairs, each carried on a pair of stubby legs as they rushed to form a circle around Nanna May. Eight of the bags were shut tight, something thrashing and struggling violently within their confines. The other two were still open and empty.

"I'm something of a merchant." Nanna May continued. "My two eladrin servants, Emmyth and Elnaril bring together ten evil souls. Then I gather up those evil souls and I bring them down to the Lower Planes. Three go to Baator, three go to the Bleak Eternity, three go to the Infinite Layers, and I keep the last soul for my own works in the Grey Wastes of Hades."

"Wait... What?" The cultist that Flicker had beaten within an inch of his life rasped upon realizing what Nanna May had just said.

"You...! Gah...! You BITCH!" The cultist who had lost an arm to Arkisz's Steel Defender growled, furious at this revelation.

"Of course at my age, roughhousing just doesn't come to me as easily as it once did. So when the evil souls predictably put up a fight as I try to collect them, I tend to find the struggle a tad tiring." Nanna May went on, paying no mind to the words of her cultists. "So imagine my surprise when my familiar spotted six strong adventurers departing from Ennton to do the job for me. Oh you darlings have really done me a service today. And for that I believe you deserve a reward!" Nanna May snapped her fingers, causing Emmyth to walk over to the far right corner of the first floor and open a trap door that was blending in most effectively with the floorboards. "That door leads down to the tower's basement. I know how much you adventurous types enjoy taking everything that isn't nailed down, so what better way to reward your kindness than by showing you where the best loot is, eh? You'll find all sorts of lovely goodies down there. And don't worry about offending me by taking the wrong thing. I have no further use for this tower, nor for anything I do not intend to take with me. Feel free to take whatever you want. Nanna's treat!"