The Mighty Belthazor

A wee half-demon was prowling about the hotel lobby, looking for something to do, otherwise known as "up to no good." Currently, he was peering at the weapons cabinet, wondering how he could get into it. He could always blow the door up with a fireball, but then it would be obvious that it had been him. The key to mischief was concealing your tracks and leaving room for someone else to take the blame. But the shiny sharp objects were so tempting and he really wanted to play with them.


[Open to all residents, of course, or phone calls.]