The appearance of That Which Consumes Peace was expected. What wasn't was the sudden assault against Shukra, causing him to be sent a few feet and onto his side. Had he been in a better position, he would have remained upright and only skid a few inches. But, thanks to him being on his knee and expecting the presence of the Master to keep the others at bay, he was blindsided, and was now forced to pick himself up off the ground, rubbing the back of his hand against his cheek. It stung, but his pride was bruised more than his face. If they'd been anywhere else, in the presence of anyone else, he'd light that demon up like a bonfire and watch it burn to ash. As it were, though, he held still and waited for the demon to finish his accusations, before scoffing. He would hold his tongue, though. This was the Master's decision to make.

And he did not try to defend his reasoning or what he would have done with the humans. The Master did not wish to hear it, and he did not have the patience to explain it. So, he merely nodded, and would have them returned. There were always other villages, more humans. While his faced remained as a calm irritation, a smirk came to his face and he had to hold back a laugh as the Master whipped That Which Consumes Peace with light, the demon's weakness. Once the entire spectacle was complete, Shukra rubbed his sore cheek once more, and glanced around the room.

[color=f26522]"Master, if I may be so bold,"[/color] he began, bowing his head before looking up at the warlock, [color=f26522]"few in this dungeon would have use for the weapons and armor, especially those with enchantments. My men can make use of them, far better than the imps here. If neither you nor one of the others objects, I would like to have them and distribute amongst my ranks, so that they could be put to some use, rather than be a trophy for an imp."[/color] He gave a disdainful look to one of the little monsters, then once again bowed to the Dungeon Keeper and waited for a response. It was a ballsy move, after just having his prisoners taken away, however he did have a feeling that his Master would see some reason. At worst, he would simply say no. Or strike him for his arrogance. Either way, he would take whatever was given to him.