It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
"Under conservation of mass - that being the same amount of stuff principle - it could still start existing having not previously existed as long as it was made out of stuff that existed before. And grow, as long as the stuff comes from somewhere before being incorporated into it."
"I don't notice it doing any such incorporating, but if it did I don't see why Cindermount couldn't do the same?"
"I don't mind." And a return to reading about the unsuccessful attempt to rescue an empowered duke who was swallowed whole by the beast.
"Many empowered could survive being swallowed by such a demon for at least a brief period of time, I expect. We tend to be very hardy."
"Dang. If I am swallowed by a lava demon don't bother, I'm not immune to extreme temperatures."
"Oh, I would have guessed that your ability to phase through objects would make you immune to physical harm as a general rule, is that not the case?"
A demon made out of metallic vegetation that could mutate living things into traps that incorporated a variety of poisons, most of them both painful and hallucinogenic in nature.
Especially spooky considering it can turn people into traps just like anything else alive.
"I believe there are instances of such traps being sprung years later mentioned in the records."