Drachon had not forgetten about the man he had followed, but he had pushed it to the back of his mind as he couldn't believe his luck in finding another with elvish blood here, of all places. The anithorpe cleared his throat, perhaps he was agitated that the elf had not recognized his presence, but that mattered not. When the boy had replied in elvish, Drachon's look of desperation had been replaced with a look of unbridled joy."<span style="font-style: italic">yes i do, my name is Farish Ke'il, you seem lonely, sir</span>".<br/><br/>Drachon had nodded in agreement, when he had left for his adventure he had no idea how much he would truly miss his home. the elf sighed and replied, the elvish still sounding sweet, but it had taken on a tone of sorrow "yes, i have left my home of keymoust a little over three weeks ago, and have been yearning for some taste of the elvish lands" Drachon quickly dispelled the sorrow as a wide grin spread across his face "a taste which you have given me, for which i thank you." He tilited his head forward, as he felt that standing and bowing, while normal in elvish lands, would be seen as odd in this place.<br/><br/>Then the boy switched to english, a language which while Drachon knew how to speak, he often did not, as the words felt odd in his mouth whenever he spoke. "<span style="font-weight: bold">These are my friends:Chizu and Drakus. And your name sir?</span>" The elf answered, the english feeling odd and bulky as he spoke it "my name is Drachon it is a pleasure to meet all of you" He nodded at the wind sprite and the anitrope, who had taken to staring into space, when a young man made his way over.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">What may i get for you two sirs?</span>" the young man had asked, Drachon opened his mouth to reply when the wind sprite on Farish's shoulders began to growl. He was unable to make out what the sprite was saying, but the elf could tell that it was nothing good.Drachon eyed the young man suspiciously, why would the wind sprite have such a negative reaction to what looked like a normal young man. Just as he went to say something, two demons had barged into the bar, looking for something. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Who here has 'picked up' our artifact?it is black and orange in color and very dear to us.</span>" Just then the man who Drachon had followed here had stood, one of his swords drawn "<span style="font-weight: bold">I assure you that no one here would steal.</span>" The elf now knew that the dark magic he had sensed from the item this man was carrying must have been the artifact the demon had mentioned, the pieces were starting to fall into place.<br/><br/>The demon who seemed to be in charge had sent the other away to go and bring reinforcements. The demon who had stayed then charged at the man, their swords colliding with the sound of metal on metal as he forced the man back. Drachon leaped to his feet quickly, his bow in hand with an arrow already drawn and ready to fire, aimed at the demons head. He spoke in elvish, the tone harsh and cold "leave here lest your soul be sent to whatever devilish god you serve." as he said this the door opened and eight more demons appeared, along with what seemed to be their commander. Drachon knew that against such a large amount of demons they would have no hope, they needed to escape. He closed his eyes, calling upon his magic as he spoke in rapid elvish "Thianna, goddess of all that is good and fair, shine thy blessed light upon this place and let the wicked be blinded by your glory" when he opened his eyes a bright light had appeared, filling the room and blinding all in it. He quickly sheathed his bow and reached out, grabbing the man and the half elf boy, sprinting his way out the back of the inn.