"Alright, I'll leave. I would like to know one thing first though. Do you know anything about an orange demon?" She sounds slightly more hostile now for some reason.
Tvora jumps up next to Fadran, standing on a metal stool. She holds a rod with the white orb embedded in the tip. "Fadran, can you lever the mouth open a bit more? Quickly? I can't keep this up for long."