And Vernique will find little in the way of defenses as she flies through the palace. In fact, those few demons she encounters actually get out of her way with little issue. It's a straight shot through the palace until she enters a massive chambers that seemed to be half-molten cave and half-throne room. Upon a massive throne sat Surtur himself. Oddly on a perch next to the fire demon king was what looked like a giant, albeit ghastly, playpen. Solver flew a bit inside. He was clearly a little confused, but didn't seem entirely threatened.
Suddenly Surtur shifted his head slightly, eeirly spotting Vernique's tiny form easily.
"Svalin Thorsottir's mortal wife. Thou art earlier than I expected, but this is no matter." He casually points a finger to the makeshift play area. "Thou mayst go to him."
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