<span style="font-style: italic">"Quite a promiscuous one are you? Well....this..is a tale. A tale of no mere late night romp. No! Not at all. This is a tale of two men, locked into a battle together, a glistening, sexy battle involving a Spynx, fish net stockings, moistened skin, bare chested brawling, long flabby mushroom tipped swords, self discovery, and true love. A story that my publicist is currently putting into one of those manga things that kids these days are so enthralled with. However! If you would like me to give it to you raw...I suppose I could let you read it."</span><br/><br/>"Mr. Dayman was it?" Armaros finally chimed in, motioning at Blake to hold his building laughter. While it was a semi-interesting story, it would have humored the Daemon if he actually got to read it. "My master..."<br/><br/>"Thank you... But I can speak for myself, my friend." Shaking his head with a near grin on his face, but slowly faded as he turned to the Dayman once again... "You need not speak for me. I have my own voice."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry about your bagel, kid. The name's Haley (although you might know me better as Windborne Haley) and I'm not a damn mummy! I'm just invisible, see?"<br/><br/>"Oh, that's good." "We would have had a problem if you were a mummy. I don't take shit from mummies."</span><br/><br/>Chuckling somewhat from Cale's words, Blake turned to Cale, chuckling a little. "And if I may ask... What is your beef with your mummies?"