Just in time!

"Xorja!" Aaralon rushed the panic banishment command, shouting loudly enough that anyone on the other side of the door would surely hear.

It worked. Aaralon sighed with relief as he felt the connection break and a drain of magic to suggest the imp had successfully been banished back to its own realm. He would have to read up on the effects of the Satyr's pipes. Would they have worked on the imp? Would they have worked on him through the connection?

Packing up, putting away the telltale signs of his ritual, Aaralon grinned to himself. "Also, if the two Satyr brothers already had Marie bent over with a cock in her ass why would they need their pipes in the first place? To keep her under control? Was there a fourth person in the clearing?"

The grin faded as Aaralon mulled that last question, "Could they have seen the imp?" No, that was unlikely - the princess held their full attention - but the chances of someone else being there were slim but not zero. He hadn't seen that person, which meant the imp hadn't seen that person and so it was possible the tiny demon had been spotted.

The young mage shrugged, it was unlikely the imp had been spotted. The real question was whether he'd do anything about his discovery. **** the Princess? Spy on her again? Both.