Cress stood there staring into the eyes of the petite, and sort of cute, dragon. Unknown to them, he was pushing buttons on purpose. Assessing the situation was something he did when he felt like something big was about to happen. Everywhere he went, there were all sorts of sides. From the phrases coming from some of the other monster women around him, it wasn't hard to figure out their situation. They had been used or hurt by the Lord of this dungeon.  Why else would they be here of all places? He was more clever than he led on, being someone who often just used to watch people in the background as a child. Poke anyone long enough and some of the truth will trickle out.  With Aira's question it was clear she had been hurt possibly more than others. Then again this was all just an assumption, the more time he'd spend with them, the more of the story would unfold.<br/><br/>His eyes softened as he stared into Aira's with compassion. He was unafraid of her, nor did he flinch.  She would feel a gentle weight upon her shoulder as he gently placed his hand upon it. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Sorry I was just joking, I tend to be kind of sarcastic, I guess I accidentally offended you.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" he quietly apologized to her. Weather or not she would forgive him it didn't matter. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Weather I win or not, there's no hurt in trying. I'm not going to just curl up and die, that's not my style.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" he grinned his eyes burning with unshakable courage as he gave Aira's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">I know better not to mess with a dragon. I'm not an idiot. Of course you all could have just said you were abused by the guy. I've already made up my mind.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" he stated closing his eyes in a serious manner.<br/>
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His tone had changed completely. No longer was he cocky and aloof. Regaltz turned to face him. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">So we're helping them then?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" the sword asked as if he already knew the answer. Cress nodded. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Yes. They need us Regaltz, weather they want to admit it or not. Which is fine because I assume you all know your way around these dungeons.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" Cress now was friendly, respectful, maybe even a bit charming. He didn't know these monster girls that well but he had already cared for them.  From the bit of power he had seen from the Lord of the dungeon only cared about power. Too bad he had let everyone die by falling into wherever he was now. That very thought weighed upon his heart. After all he took the lives of those he met seriously. <br/>
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"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Allow me to introduce myself, since I kind of forgot.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" he stated rubbing the back of his head. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">I'm Cresstus Edge, but just simply Cress will do. This here's my friend and partner Regaltz. He and I are Freeblades traveling the world!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">" Cress grinned stating that proudly. </span><br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">To put it plainly, he is a sell sword that follows his own heart and code and I am a living weapon that can cut through everything. Well, if my master desires it you see. As some of you might have already sense, yes I am ancient. Yet those are matters we could discuss later when were in a more pleasant location.</span>" Regaltz added figuring none of them have ever heard of what a Freeblade was.<br/><br/>Most were outlaws, though some actually helped out society. They were often mocked and scorned because Freeblades were often misjudged or misunderstood.  "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">As to why we're here. I was assigned to a traveling party who wanted to pretty much loot this place and rid the town of the dungeon lord.  Though I was blasted into a hole just before they all well....died....so yeah I kind of failed.</span>" he sighed some the weight of that fact heavy upon his heart. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">I'll be honest, I don't make promises. Though I'll do my best to help you all just as long as I get to give this Balthoros guy a knuckle sandwich after what he did to me! Then you all can do whatever you feel like.</span>" he shrugged. If that man's fate was to be killed by those he betrayed it wasn't Cress's concern.<br/><br/>Clenching his fist he smacked it into an open palm giving a cocky grin. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Though I'll do the best I can to help! Sometimes a good old fist to the face is better than any magical power or blade!</span>" he laughed as many of them would take note of the empty scabbard upon his belt. It looked too small for Regaltz. The cloak he wore also had a giant rip in the side corner making it look sort of like one long one tailed scarf. He was kind of an odd duck but right now they probably couldn't find anyone else to help them if they needed it.