When Taran showed up Mack thought he was going to die. Never had and would the slimy demon feel more grateful to hear the fire demon's whiny, condescending voice. The human-born straightened up, trying to look more authoritative. Though watching Taran look at the Marsubisu's teeth, Mack didn't feel quite as confident anymore.<br/><br/>The Marsubisu shifted, the cloud of black fog shifting with him as he moved. He leaned forward, close enough that his snout was almost just touching the fire demon. His golden eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Taran's slime covered and stained armor. The shadowy demon's gaze then flicked towards the demon's wings, then to his eyes. He held eye contact for a tense few seconds. Then with a 'Hmph', he lifted his snout.<br/><br/>"The Mountain is not taking visitors," the large demon said in a booming voice. The fog around the demon grew thicker, giving the Marsubisu an appearance of being even larger. "Orda's time is far too precious to waste on...lesser nobles." He made a pointed look at Taran. "You can take your business to Kaaminh the Night at the North Palace. Although," he looked at the two. "You better approach the prince dressed a little more appropriately for meeting with royalty."<br/><br/>"Now get out. And you, 'Tubman'," the guard said, looking at Mack. "Any trouble and," the Marsubisu thinned his fog just enough so that the demons could see him make a neck slicing motion with his hand.  A long glossy tail emerged from the fog to point towards the door.