"Aris, we have enough people to deal with, and I'm not sure if he's completely right in the head anyways..." Nathaniel waved a hand in front of his blank face, not seeming to get a reaction. Aris cocked her head, then nodded sadly.<br/><br/>Just then, she felt a cloak draped over her shoulders, making her shoulders stiffen for a second before she realized Nathaniel had put it on her. "Just so we don't get anymore attention." He muttered. Aris glanced over her shoulders, and where she expected to see her wings sticking out, there was fabric. It was heavy enough that her wings wouldn't stick out and she could traverse without worry. "Thanks Nathaniel" she said quietly, pulling it closer around her.<br/><br/>"Come on, I'd rather not get surrounded again in the middle of the night," Nathaniel started pulling Aris along, and she gently took the hand of the demoness, smiling kindly. She seemed like a nice person, and if she didn't know she was a demon in the first place, maybe she wouldn't be much trouble.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>"'the hell we doing out here in th' middle of th' night, lookin' fer people?" one slaver grumbled, trudging along with six others.<br/><br/>"Sir Venneker's smart enough t' know most folks wouldn't be much o' a problem at this time." Another answered, holding up a dimly lit lantern. A few of the men nodded.<br/><br/>"What do ye need sleep fer? Ye can sleep when yer dead!" One shouted, making the others laugh.<br/><br/>"Hold on" The man at the front held out an arm, stopping the others behind him. "I hear voices. Yah know what that means?" In the dim candlelight, their grinning faces looked demonic rather than human. Silently as they could, though someone could hear the trudging of their thick boots, they continued after snuffing out their lights, heading for the sound of talking.