Taran had given the white mage a swift nod before entering through the portal. While the spell seemed jarring for Mack, Taran was quite accustomed to warping his way around territories. He placed a foot tentatively onto the carpet, and before he knew it, stepped in the puddle of slime that Mack had left. He made some sort of resigned noise and stepped out of it, then dragged his foot across a cleaner part of the rug.<br/><br/>When he turned to chew out Mack for leaving his slime everywhere, he saw the familiar shadow-cloud of a Marsubisu before the smaller demon. Taran swallowed uncomfortably and edged his way into the seen, puffing himself up by slightly extending his wings. He had never actually seen a Marsubisu himself, but from what his family had said, the picture before him made it pretty clear what he was looking at.<br/><br/>Taran cleared his throat and stood to the side of Mack and the Marsubisu. “Is there a problem, sir? I’m sure my friend here meant no harm. He’s just a bit shy,” he said smoothly. While the delivery of the words was flawless, the fact that his eyes trailed down to the row of very sharp teeth the Marsubisu had was a dead giveaway that Taran was just as nervous as Mack was.<br/><br/>He didn’t bother introducing himself, because for the most part he thought it was obvious, and secondly because he was trying his best to maintain a slightly superior demeanor. “We’re going to have words with, uh,” Taran paused, trying to recall the name of the Marsubisu leader. For the life of him, he couldn’t, so after an awkward pause of a few seconds he said, “Your lord. Tell… your lord that we request an audience at once.” His expression hardened and his shoulders tensed.