The fact that the master had accepted his request [i]and[/i] provided him with several minor boons to ease with the transport of his new crop of test subjects made Twich a very happy kobold. Reaffirmed in his choice of patron master, Twich went to work gathering his new test subjects (In some cases, having some of them drag the unresponsive bodies of the soulless with them) and shepherding them through the provided portal. 

With enough prodding and a few kicks here and there, Twich was able to successfully get his new slaves through the portal without a hitch. Offering his Master one last bow he stepped through the portal himself. 

Twich's quarters were really a two roomed area that he had mostly made for himself; The fact that the kobold had been willing to help dig out his rooms instead of just commanding the imps to do it had earned him at least a small amount of grudging respect from the imps themselves. Not much in the ground scheme of things but enough that when he requested two holding cells be dug into the wall of one room and a second room be dug out to convert it into a larger, communal holding cell he had been able to get them. The room was littered with books, medical and alchemy equipment and a heavy, blooded soaked table that was bolted to the floor standing in the middle of the room that was covered in heavy leather and metal restraints.

Physically making the test subjects that were carrying soulless bodies on the floor, Twich herded those still standing through the door into the larger holding cell. It would be rather cramped at the moment, but after the primary tests on the soulless bodies Twich would get around to solving the overcrowding problem easily enough. Once the slaves were secure, Twich dragged one of the soulless bodies over to his table and with much effort got the big bastard onto it. 

All he had to do now was figure out what experiment he wanted to start off working on...

"[color=f7941d]Hmm... What to start off with. Could make something to kill the master's enemies on mass... Could figure out how to improve it to make better slaves and servants... Decisions decisions...[/color]" Twich muttered privately to himself with a large, toothy smile on his face.