Salem didn't bother going for the club again. It was busted and hitting things with it had not worked even slightly, so really, what was the point. He stood quietly while the demons had an exchange. Honestly, he wasn't sure what to think about all this. The last thing he'd expected to see that day was a tiny winged skeleton chatting it up with a shadow wearing a mask. It seemed unreal, and not a single goddamn thing made any sense.<br/><br/>When he was scolded, the gargoyle raised his hands in a not-quite-apologetic manner. "Fine, fine. Should've chosen a pair with more backbone," He mumbled, taking a more comfortable seated position at the end of the table. Since introductions were going on, he held out one of his hands and at least tried to be somewhat polite. "I'm Saal A'hamuun. It's a pleasure, really."<br/><br/>Salem attempted to process the name, slipping over the exact pronunciation in his head. "Hi, Saal...Sala...Solomon? I'm Salem." The mangled pronunciation was the closest he could manage, and as he took the gargoyle's hand, the small creature shrugged.<br/><br/>"Close enough." The handshake was a quick one, and the demon withdrew his hand, watching as Salem looked uncomfortably at his own palm. Solomon, as he was now being called, was quite cold to the touch even when not coated in stone. "Okay, time for a bit of a history lesson. Pull up a seat, make yourselves comfortable, 'cause this is gonna take a while. Let me be blunt, you're in Limbo. Well, what used to be Limbo. See, this all started as a part of it converted by your people to try and contain some of our people," He waved a hand over to Aamu as he said that, indicating she was one of the others included in the word 'our.' "And for a good while it worked. The spell used to do it weakened over time, though. So now those fancy barriers are weak, and for the past few thousand years, the little pocket of Limbo we called home spread over the whole place. The people here didn't take kindly to that, so most of them are gone."<br/><br/>Salem remained silent, glancing towards Joe, as if he expected his friend to have a better grip on the information being told than he was. Then he looked to Aamu, as if expecting some sort of further explanation.<br/><br/>Solomon waved a hand to draw his attention again. "Look, if you're not going to pay attention, I'll give you the short version. A very long time ago, a bunch of very nasty demons escaped Hell and decided Earth was nicer. So they took over and subjugated humans. Nobody being subjugated enjoyed this at all. The pompous prick that ruled everything got steadily more paranoid and ended up killing anyone who showed even the tiniest hint of insubordination. Some other demons decided this was bad, so there was a rebellion. They chose specific people to aid them, and bound themselves to said humans. Lots of fighting, lots of dying. Humans make a fancy Limbo pocket, banish the bad demons. It spread, it weakened, and soon the barriers are just going to be gone. That's why we set out to look for some new blood to keep that from happening. Any questions?"