Two weeks, roughly. That’s how long he’d managed so far to stay in a single place, surrounded by humans no less. It impressed himself in all honesty as he wasn’t exactly one to stick around anywhere in particular for long. But a feeling he couldn’t quite explain had drawn him here, and despite his restlessness Ren could sense that his patience was about to pay off. Questions such as why here and why now often trailed through his mind, after living a long blurry life it seemed out of place even for him. Though he was learning fascinating things about human culture from the small encampment, something deep within him was stirring. Awakening. There was a yearning for it to be fully realized and his curiosity wouldn’t allow him to walk away from that.<br/><br/>He had no reason to complain either, he was generally accepted quite well despite his awkward and unusual demeanor. Always lurking on a tree branch somewhere, startling his companions once revealed. He found amusement in their reactions and he was exploring the strange sentimentality of being in close quarters with them as a demon. Granted he wasn’t your usual demonic type, killing and maiming everything to come in contact with him. However it wasn’t a detail one should ignore lightly despite his oddities.<br/><br/>Though he’d been observing his companions at every opportunity, few could say the same about him. Still not really speaking much to anyone, the only person within camp who knew any sort of information about him was the camp leader Audrey. Aware of his capabilities in gathering intel, it was perhaps one of the few reasons worth keeping him around though he had yet to share much intel thus far. He liked to attest that to his desire to adapt better in his foreign environment. Being in a human community had a somewhat high learning curve and he wasn’t very good at conforming especially given his reclusive nature polarized with his incessant desire to also be social.<br/><br/>In his few interactions with miss Audrey, Ren found her to be agreeable and reasonable by human standards. A creature of sound logic. There was no reason to dislike her even in his whacky little train of thought. And speak of the devil, from his perch he could see her bringing into camp a few individuals he didn't recognize. Even from his distance in the dim light of the fires, he could tell there was something peculiar about the small group. A chill of excitement rippled through him as he agilely descended through the dense branches from his roost. Lighting from tree to tree, he neared the location in which the camp leader brought one of the two individuals. Staying hidden for the moment in the foliage, he watched as eternal foes broke out in aggression.<br/><br/>A glimmer twinkled in Ren’s dark eyes at the news of an archangel, quirking his head at an angle as he examined events unfold. Angels were only myth to his knowledge and it was entirely unprecedented that he would ever come into contact with one. Though perhaps the correct sentiment should’ve been fear or perhaps even malice, he could not deny the acuteness of his elation. He almost held his breath as the other demon retorted and wondered if the holy being would smite without question, perhaps even hoping for some sort of physical altercation to ensue.