<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">Grace eyed up the demon, seeing him easily for what he was. The souls around him couldn't see them for what they really were. <b>"Well, sir, I don't think I have what you're looking for, you've not my type."</b> The people around chuckled, seeing this just as someone flirting and then being put down quite easily. Nevertheless, they moved out of his way. Grace crossed her legs and prepared herself, her belief true, her bows and arrows on the side, and ready to use, as ever. Her motto, and unstrung bow is just something to carry, not wield. It stayed in perfect condition, as did her short sword which was hidden.</span>