The cart had pulled up in front of a large, stately town house. Though it was clearly the grandest building in the city, by far, a dark chill seemed to be seeping from underneath the burnished bronze doors of the mansion. Gillian shivered as the iron gates in front of the house swung forward to allow them entrance. The cart trundled inside, the guards keeping vigil on either side of the gate shot dirty looks at all of them. Gillian sighed. He could see it for himself quite clearly, despite the fact that no one else was able to. The dark aura was emanating from these two gentlemen. On each of the twelve alternate planes of reality they had the same appearance of vicious half-eagle, half-man. Eyes glowing red, nostrils on their beaks flaring. They were daemons of the lowest order, but the power that they were emanating was still quite intimidating.