<span style="color: #FF4040">Laraine desperately searched for the crew of Demons as well as the lost object, but the only thing in her mirror was herself, growing more and more agitated by the minute. Finally giving up, Laraine slipped out of her robes and into something more professional. With that she decided to take her mind off of things by searching for her husband and finding out what he might be up to.</span><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Chaos stood before a pale-skinned, silver-eyed, red-haired young man wearing a black robe with red embroidery that could match his hair and a taller, somewhat older man with greasy, slicked-back black hair, and black eyes his mouth forming a grim line as he looked at Chaos, making the Demon almost want to shrink and disappear.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/><br/>Chaos knelt onto one knee and bowed low. "Dermythis, sir, I have been informed that, though they are late, my underlings are returning with the second object sir. The object of which Antyr so graciously showed my wife."<br/><br/>"You may rise, but only because I want you to look me in the eyes as I speak to you," Dermythis said, anger evident in his voice. The God paused as Chaos straightened. "Antyr has told me otherwise. That the object is not on its way here! That it has fallen into the hands of a group that would like to challenge me."<br/><br/>"There is something I did not mention, my friend," the red head cut in, speaking for the first time. "I know how much you appreciate dis-order."<br/><br/>"Go on," Dermythis prompted, raising his eyebrows slightly and seemingly forgetting all about the Demon who had called for an audience with them.<br/><br/>"'Tis the orb of corruption, Der," Antyr answered, a gleam in his eye that Dermythis quickly matched with an eerie evil smile.<br/><br/>Dermythis laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. "Ah, then perhaps luck be on our side." He turned his attention back to his confused Demon follower. "You might have more underlings soon, Chaos. This could turn to our favor after all. You are forgiven... for now."<br/><br/>Antyr joined Dermythis as they both laughed. Even after they vanished magically, their laughter remained. Chaos shivered, even though the still air was perhaps too warm.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">With everyone in the conveniently hollowed tree, Morys had no reason to hide it any longer. Morys sheathed one of his swords and used his free hand to pull out the orb from his inner vest pocket and reveal it to Amei and the others. "My name is Morys, and I found this floating in the sea. Demons are not known for being happy and peaceful beings. If they want it, I don't imagine that it could do any good in their hands." That said, he glanced at Farish as his sprite went to awaken the sleeping Wolf Anithrope and sheathed his second sword.<br/><br/>"Alright, no fire, but what about the Anithrope? I remember watching my surroundings more than once, and I only recall one Anithrope there." He glanced at Amei to make sure she knew that he meant before they came upon her and the Fox.<br/><br/>A howl split the air and Morys quickly replaced the orb into his inner vest pocket, making sure it was secure. "No, we mustn't run." The Almerkian said in response to one of the two Anithropes. He made a mental not to talk to the Wolf he did remember since they obviously knew each other about the other later. "If we plan to spend the night here, we can't let them return to whoever sent them, or our position will be given away and we will need to find a different shelter. I agree with him," he added, nodding in Sen's direction, "we kill whatever these things are." He glanced at the newly appeared Wolf Anithrope, his eyes narrowed suspiciously and hooded by his too-long blonde hair. "Count yourself lucky that we need all of the allies we can get."<br/><br/>Wanting to be the first to take action, Morys headed over to the cave entrance. "Enough talk, we have all night for that." He said, contradicting himself as the others were already starting to prepare for the upcoming battle. Then, the Almerkian climbed through the hollow on his elbows, propelling himself forward through the narrow tunnel with his feet where necessary.<br/><br/>After climbing out of the hole, he moved a few feet away, allowing the others to follow, and he unsheathed both of his swords and began preparing a spell.</span>