"I believe the direct translation is From Hardship to the Stars, From Hardship to Hell. I was messing around in India, around 1950 or so, when I arrived in the capital. I decided the occult scene in the country would be worth checking out. I entered a small shop off the alleyway I was rummaging through. They were conducting a ritual. A summoning ritual. [i]He[/i] had arrived inside the circle. I decided to do the right thing, and shot one of them with soft ice magic. The circle was disrupted, and the demon dissipated. The cultists were using this book.", he said, handing it over.

"It's some kind of demon, bound in leather. It only shows you information relevant to your situation, if it decides to cooperate. Your better at magic than me, and you have experience with the monster in question. Try and see what's up with it." He said, grimacing. He turned back to those he had been talking to.

"If you see blood or flies coming out of the wall, tell one of us." His voice containing a seriousness never seen before by his coworkers. 

Turning back to Mithias, he continued,"Well, Mitty, how's life been?"