A task for a Drake, aided by your Incubus powers.

"A group of elven scouts have worked their way through the barrier. Ordinarily, I would simply have them killed with a horde of orcs. However, they appear to be heading towards a site of some importance to me, which lies far away from any of my minions. Fly there, and prevent them from reaching their goal."

"Yes, lord."

"And if you could seduce and corrupt a few, rather than simply killing them, it would not go unrewarded... but stopping them must come first, understood?"

"Yes, lord."

"Good. Then go."

You adjust your clothes a bit (no sense looking bad, even if the only ones in a position to appreciate it are about to die) and start the long walk back out of the armoury.

You stand in a courtyard of black bricks, set out on the very edge of the castle. You beat you wings, carrying yourself up to the wall surrounding the courtyard, and then glide off, heading towards the site. Oddly, you know exactly where to go, but he never told you... and why did you feel like you had no choice in calling him lord?

"Because you did not."

Well, that answers that. You fly on, over burnt forests and chasms filled with lava. Eventually, you near your goal, landing on a blackened tree branch. The power of whatever it is that your lord wants protected sings to you, in the back of your skull. The elves are yet to reach it, though, and so you kick off from your perch, heading in the direction you know they'll be coming from...