Go see Grand Magus Sareth and try to volunteer for any rescue mission.

The success of last night's summoning had served to remind Aaralon just how small the college really was. Well, the College wasn't small at all, it was supposed to be larger than the King's palace but Aaralon didn't care, the walls were beginning to close in on him and he wanted a break. Besides, better still, he might be able to make use of his newly acquired demonic spy, find this stupid girl first and then walk away as the hero. The girls all love a hero.

The walk to Sareth's room was a short one. The Grand Magus had a tower all to himself in the centre of the college. The tower was the eldest building in the campus as the first year students liked to whisper that it was haunted. Aaralon knew who haunted the tower; Sareth himself, he couldn't think of a more deathlike person than the ancient and wizened mage. He knocked on the door, making use of the wrought iron gargoyle head knocker that looked as if it might fall off and take the decaying wooden door with it.

The door opened. Aaralon paused. What the hell did this mean? An invitation to come in?

After a short pause Aaralon shrugged and stepped into the tower. The corridor was strangely dark but lit with flickering candle light. "Do come in," said a voice. Aaralon looked around but could see no one, he couldn't sense anyone either, "Just make your way up to the top of the tower and explain your presence once you get there," the voice spoke again.

Careful not to mutter about stupid old wizards Aaralon began to climb the tower's internal staircase.

"Oh yes!"

"Oooooh yes!"

"Fill me! Fill me! Fill me hard!" demanded a female voice. Aaralon stopped short. He had climbed only a few steps before the series of unexpected cries had echoed out from somewhere overhead. Someone was clearly getting fucked.