"Five days?" Taran exclaimed, checking over himself again as they walked back to their camping spot. He couldn't remember being out that long before. That Iryna really packed a punch. He absently felt at his side. Next time, he wouldn't be caught without any protective gear on. He then muttered something that sounded like, "The fight hadn't gone that badly..."<br/><br/>He followed Mack and sat down across from him, out of range of the pool of slime. He watched Mack feather the heron, noting how the feathers stuck to the smaller demon's skin. Wasn't that annoying? He knew better than to ask, but he was still curious. Taran was snapped out of his thoughts when Mack asked a question, to which he looked sheepishly down at the ground.<br/><br/>"Well," the yellow-eyed demon began. "I was going to escort you to the portal, and then this whole thing could be done with. But sadly, no, that's not how it went down." He cleared his throat, as if to calm himself down before continuing. He seemed more than a little miffed about the whole situation. "And then, this Iryna- and you know Irynas, nuisances, all of them, decided to attack me out of the blue- something about wings, I wasn't really listening." His hand went to his wing to check if it was alright, and he was satisfied that he didn't feel much pain when he touched it.<br/><br/>"So naturally," Taran continued, "I had to defend myself, which meant using magic. And you know what the general rules are about using magic next to a leyline. So I can understand why some people might be a bit offended. Offended enough to start a mob." He seemed satisfied with his explanation, so he folded his two sets of arms. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you get home in one piece."