For goodness sake! There had to be several individuals who'd pay to hire this girl as a torturer. Either her entire life was composed of insignificant details, or she was purposely emitting everything exciting only to tell them the mundane. Sigrun droned on<span style="font-style: italic">forever</span>. Zel was already developing a Sigrun Syndrome headache in the first five minutes. By the end he was looking around at their surroundings trying to find something interesting enough to capture his attention and help him tune out the madness reaching his ears.<br/><br/>Either the 1/3 demon mixed into his body was influencing him (unlikely, since it didn't seem to do much), or he was having thoughts of strangling the knight of his own accord. There was something just mildly interesting at the end, but he did his best to tune that out as well. Damn; his cursed memory would<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>let him forget this.<br/><br/>"That was a wonderful story Sigrun," Zel muttered, though his voice sounded like he was imagining practicing his sword on someone. "Well, let's get going," he said, standing up. He seemed eager to leave, as if this place was partially to blame for his splitting headache.