With Jarvan going in swinging, the might of his companions and the scream of the mandrake, the enemy was soon routed. Their path was open and they were not free to continue into the Alps.<br/>Grinning, the merc stowed away his flail, wiping some sweat of his brow with one hand while he got his Tome with the other. Shouldn't let his buddies go cooped up for too long, after all.<br/>Summoning his Lillim out of the Tome, he removed his earmuffs, nodding contently when he saw the havoc they wreaked.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Well done, ladies and gents. Good show indeed. And good idea, chief!"</span>Sniggering, the merc followed Kirsch, eager to get going again. This was quite the interesting trip, after all.<br/><br/>As he walked, he made sure to compliment Morsel and Kital on a job well done.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You two did amazing back there. Nice aim, nice tactics. Keep up the good work!" </span><br/>Scratching Morsel underneath the chin and softly tickling Kital's belly, he sighed deeply, rolling his shoulders. This had been quite the nice warm-up. He didn't hope that they'd find more trouble while they travelled, but a little bit of exercise and adrenaline like this wasn't too unwelcome.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">----------------------------------------------------------​</div><br/>As they made their way through the Alps, Jarvan did notice that the Pawn Lillim they came across acted quite docile. Keeping up his guard, he was nonetheless taken aback by the Imp leaning on a tree, the blasted creature actually walking up with them.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Yes, humans."</span>He said curtly, the fact that it was an Imp making some rough memories resurface.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Just travelling through, from town to town. Nothing fun about it, I'm afraid. Very boring, very uninteresting, very harmless."</span><br/>He kept an eye on Kital and Morsel, wanting to make sure they didn't either wander off too far or provoke their temporary (and to him quite unwelcome) companion.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Keep your wits about you, you two." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">He whispered, clearly on edge. A Rook Lillim would prove to be a hasle. They'd be alright with such a big group against one Imp, but who knew how many were hiding nearby...</span>