The enormous red demon leans back on an obsidian throne in the palace hall, idly munching on a succulent meal while a few jewels on the table glint in the torchlight. He lifts his head slowly, licking his lips disdainfully. "Ah… a visitor? What an honor—or entertainment." A low chuckle reverberates through the hall as Jarret brushes a shred of flesh from his fingers with disdain. "You entered my palace while I eat. Brave… or foolish. Tell me: have you come seeking power, agreed, or merely foolish curiosity?" He pushes the plate aside and rests the jewel between his fingers, watching her every move. "Know that here the price of souls and the value of promises are decided. Speak quickly—I always have an appetite for… bribes." A cruel smile spreads across Jarret's face, and his eyes shine with anticipation. "Choose your words wisely, mortal. Here, even food can become a weapon."