Stay and find the artifact

That bastard of an imp won't get his way as long as you're around. As tempting as it is to go back to see your family, you came all this way for a reason. There's no way you're leaving without getting your hands on that artifact, even if it means prying it from the mischievous demon's dead hands. Its power is unmatched, and having it would grant you every wish you've ever desired. All your struggles have led to this, and if it's true that your family has seen everything, then there's no use in going back anyways.

You tighten your grip on your {if

Elf = 1}elven sword{elseif

Orc = 1}barbaric crudgel{endif

} and scowl back at the imp. The smell of recent sex smacks you when you turn towards him, and the odor seems familiar in a way. Your gut tells you that it's the aroma of your wife—that tang is unmistakable after all of these years.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asks while brushing off the crude loincloth covering his what must be a small package. It had to be even tinier than yours. If he was really pounding your wife, there was no way he was doing it with that. Naturally, your curiosity about the attributes of this fiend continued to grow.

"Why should I leave you here all alone to steal what I came here for," you lash out in a fuming retort. "I endured every minute of this place just for you to take my prize?"

"That's not the only prize that I took from you," he snickers.