Having introduced himself as well as Orias, Zuureth noticed how the blonde never answered his question about her name.  All in good time, he thought, figuring she had to be feeling edgy and uncertain as to their intentions.  For now, the demon chose to ignore the fact that<i>she</i>had sought<i>him</i>out.  She did, after all, answer a few of their questions, though it was quite obvious she was being very selective with her responses.<br/><br/>Still, it was courteous of her to share whatever she’d written on the parchment, especially considering that she was now in the private presence of two strangers.  Their brief encounter in the bar was sort of an introduction, but it was clear to see her uneasiness, and understandably so.  Zuureth did manage a swift glance at the paper she pressed into his hand.  What he saw meant nothing to him, as none of the names rang any bells.  The mystery blonde may be right, however, in that some hand-scrawled names he held just might match up with a number of tattoos etched on his skin.  Only problem was that all of the markings on his body were symbols, a secret language known only to their Dark Prince.<br/><br/>Zuureth was thankful of her attempt to help, although what exactly that help entailed was anyone’s guess.  Neither he nor Orias were able to make heads or tails of the tattoos.  But she could, as she had demonstrated when she read Abiteth from his body.  If she could read one, chances were pretty good that she’d be able to read more.<br/><br/>Backing herself into a corner, the as-yet-to-be-named woman now stood near Zuureth.  Before the gathered trio uttered any further words, a metallic clicking sound seemed to reverberate within the hushed room.  He stole a glimpse at the cause of the unexpected noise.  The demon’s eyes fell upon a bracelet, one that no longer rested on the blonde’s wrist.<br/><br/>Shortly thereafter, a glow of sorts appeared to emanate from the increasingly intriguing female.  The unmistakable scent of honey, lavender, and some lemon thrown into the mix now filled the room as well as Zuureth’s nostrils.  Needless to say, her new fragrance was beyond pleasant.  It was downright stimulating as well as awe-inspiring, and the tattooed demon felt a sense of unworthiness at merely being in her presence.<br/><br/>By now, Zuureth had a reasonably good idea as to what she was.  The nagging question was why she was here.  And by here, he meant Earth.  Orias just stared at her, surprisingly with nothing to say.  Someone, however, needed to shut his mouth, seeing as how the mentor demon’s jaw was near the floor.  Perhaps she needed some reassurance.  “Don’t be afraid.  We’re not gonna hurt you,” he stated.<br/><br/>Zuureth bent to retrieve her bracelet.  Handing it back to her, he said, “I think you dropped this.  And again, what’s your name, but more importantly, what are you doing here?”  Prior to her answering, he realized his question could be misunderstood, so he clarified.  “And by here, I mean on Earth.  You’re a long way from home.”