"You are a demon." Vorthalus answered blatantly. "And I am a demon hunter."<br/>Usually by now, demons would drop the act and defend themselves, but this particular one seemed persistent. How could she not know who's blood that was? It was not his. Most likely belonging to some poor innocent soul she slaughtered. But the name Ardavina... It sounded similar to one he heard before, but he was sure that he had not come across the owner of it. And then she actually tried running off! Either this was a stupid demon, or they really did not remember anything. Upon this thought, Vorthalus paused. What if the girl was telling the truth? Maybe he could use her. Help jog her memory a bit so she could feed him information, like the whereabouts of other demons.<br/>"Hold out your hands." He ordered, removing a set of iron cuffs from a pouch at his side.<br/>When she complied, the half-dragon clapped them on in one swift move. After ensuring that the cuffs were on properly, and would not slip off, Vorthalus connected a chain lead to them.<br/>"Alright, here's the deal." Vorthalus said as he knelt down in front of the demon, his sword still in hand. "We're going to help each other. I will help you get your memory back, and when you do, you will tell me the location of any other demons you can remember. That alright with you?"