Mack was still not entirely convinced, but convinced enough considering three months of (justifiable?) prejudice. Either Taran was telling the truth, or he was a very good actor - and being fair it was probably the former. The small demon pulled himself upright, finally leaving the puddle of his own slime that the healers had given up on and left him to wallow in. His headache screamed at him.<br/><br/>"Mack Tubman," he clarified. He rubbed his neck, not sure what to say.<br/><br/>"Taran, I'm flattered you felt I was a good opponent. It was also, erm, considerate of you to bring me here." He stood up, standing unsteadily on his feet, still having to crane his neck to look the fire demon in the eye. Was he allowed to do this? Nobody was complaining. He looked towards the open door, a huge of demons walking about. The human-born demon had never seen that many demons so big and all in one place. Suddenly Taran didn't seem too bad.<br/><br/>He looked back at Taran. "Am I...allowed to leave? Do you mind showing me around this leyline place?"