It hadn't been that long since you stepped - or fell - from the interdimensional rift, and you had taken scarce little time in ascertaining the theme of this gaudy little realm. If the pumping, bassy music in the main area wasn't clue enough, then the half-clothed dancers and the tables of cheering demons certainly painted the rest of the picture. ... As far as demonic realms went, it wasn't exactly threatening, but that didn't mean taking your leave was any easier; the portal had closed behind you, leaving you out of place in the velvet-carpeted demonic nightclub full of patrons that didn't seem all that interested in giving you the time of day. With no other option, you ventured deeper, past the reception desk and the unhelpful greeter, past a set of doors he told you were staff-only. A few lesser worker demons had likely tried to stop you, but by force or by stealth, you left them behind, unphased. Now ahead of you lay a pair of arched double-doors, placed purposefully at the end of a short hallway. The music was fainter here, muffled through thick walls, and for the first time since you'd arrived here you had to make an effort not to be too loud as you approached. This room would have some way to at least help you get home, you were sure of it, and so you cracked the large, unlocked door open and slinked inside. Your initial scan of the space reported no threats. The room was longer than it was wide, with a lush central rug and seating arrangements on the far walls... At the far end of the room, a large curtain lay drawn shut, only barely transparent enough to reveal the silhouette of a desk and a high-backed chair behind it. You stepped forward, pleased to be alone, before the tell-tale scrape of the chair scooting along the floor made you freeze. "... Mm. Ullimaan? Is that you?" The Mindwitness asks, not that you know his name. His voice is easy, pleasant enough. "No... No, we don't have an appointment." You hear a gentle tick-ticking noise as the unseen figure taps a quill dry and sets it down on the desk. You can see nothing of him through the curtain, but you're aware that he's looking right at you. "... Can I help you?" he asks, expectant.