Go see Lady Carrie.

Aaralon shrugged, outwardly he was calm but his mind raced with thoughts. Was that the dean of the college? What had been read, if anything, in his mind? Was this trip out of the college such a good idea? How on earth could he get the last gasp of virgin? Would he have to kill someone or just get a virgin to breath into a bottle during a crucial moment in sex?

Around him, in the courtyard, people were heading off to the first of the morning's lectures and classes. The Academy of Water Magic already had several pools of water around its tower and one of the pools was glowing with a strange light. He watched as a beautiful blonde elf pushed open the Academy's front door and stepped into the tower. Hmm, thought Aaralon, lets hope she provides an interesting show for the Tar'oth imp to spy on. It was most likely that he would have to wait until he was back at the college and until any drama had died down before he could return to his demonology experiments.

Lady Carrie was one of the senior mages in the School of Divination. That made sense. She'd make a supernatural tracker. Luckily, the Divination headquarters wasn't more than a few minutes walk from Sareth's tower. Aaralon wasn't surprised to see that the door was open. He doubted the door was open because someone in the school had divined he was coming but because class there was about to start and there was a slow but steady trickle of senior students wandering in. Good. It would make it easier. Aaralon hated dealing with the various doormen that the college's schools employed; the magically animated golem-guards were too stupid for this tastes and those few sentient creatures who acted as a guard were all too prone to throwing their weight about and overstating their importance. Aaralon walked straight into the school's building without bother. The inside was well furnished. Richly varnished wooden doors and furniture had plush velvet padding. A mage of Carrie's status was likely to have a room in the upper levels and so Aaralon took to the stairs. It wasn't easy. None of the many doors he past had labels, not even the brass plaques that were everywhere else in the College. Carrie could be anywhere.