Ligur's eyes lit up. "Can't beat a plague. Always thought that it's a shame that ol' Pestilence retired. Helped us snag a fair few souls in his time. Can't say I think much of the new boy. I mean alright, Pollution's caused a fair few disasters, but can you say that they've done that much to increase sinning. Fair enough, I'll give him the desperation bit, but there wasn't a whole bunch of people up for selling their souls after that Chenobyl thingie was there? An' it sometimes seems like ecological disasters bring out the generosity in people."

He materialised a rather foul looking cigarette the end of which instantly combusted. He then proceeded to take a drag, before breathing forth a a stream of thick, putrid smelling smoke.

"Course, I 'ave seen old Pestilence hanging about the Manor. D'you reckon that he'd cook something up for us if we asked him?"