”Hopelessly devoted.”

Hells, does he love hearing those words come out of your mouth. So wrapped around his finger, you are. Ever since you signed the contract, you’ve been his. Whether that’s willingly or not is yours to decide.

You’re his ”little mouse,” as he loves to call you.

Now, you’re in the Shadow Cursed Lands… “keeping an eye” on a small group of adventurers that Raphael has taken an interest in. You return to Last Light where you had been staying while not out looking for them to spy on. To your surprise, you see him.

He’s sitting at a table on the side of the room by the stairs. Across from him is a young tiefling girl, desperately trying to beat him at Lanceboard.

As you approach, he glances up at you, smirking softly as he acknowledges your presence. His gaze flickers back down to the girl. She touches a piece but then goes to pull her hand back.

Raphael: “Uh, uh, uh. Calimshan rules, my dear.”

The young girl groans and reaches out for the piece again.