<span style="font-style: italic">The feline leaped, swung, pivoted, and finally dropped her way into a position next to Blaze with the skill of a deft, if slightly pretentious acrobat. The party seemed amicable, approaching with more invitation offered than caution. Fang was not daft however and her convergence to Blaze's location was still largely strategic. She wasn't concerned about having aerial advantage but still wanted to be ready. Besides, they made it clear they were on the run from a potential threat. Her brother remained sitting and meditating beside her with eyes closed but ears and nose quite open. He spun a few particular hand gestures and a slight flash of audible memory conveyed the side comment the demon made to one human about needing extra muscle. Her ears had not quite caught the comment aside, but with Blaze's input she went by script as usual for when they were asked for help.</span><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Oa' sa'vices as guawds a' fo' e', if you wish"</span><span style="font-style: italic">Though it was not necessarily directed to the demon specifically, given his suggestions of being a tag-along himself.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">However no sooner than the mention of being 'guards for hire' settled on the ears of those approaching, Blaze held up a hand. But it was towards her for silence, not entreating the arrivals. Apparently, to her annoyance, his intention was not to approach it as a request for help, or at least as they usually approached such. To his sister he spoke first,</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"Pardon me big sister, you misunderstood me. We are bored and you fussed about being here. My intention is helping them simply to help.. besides it appears danger is brought our way regardless. I will be more clear next time. No need to spare me from talking this time 'quiet one.' Except perhaps the roots, every tree looks the same to me, and you are more familiar with elves as well. "</span><span style="font-style: italic">His hand lowered, the other slipping his fish for dinner back into the river before it could die. This time his voice directed towards the group approaching.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"If you need some help through these woods escaping your enemy, we shall. I myself am ShadowBlaze, Blaze to those I call friend. My big sister here usually goes by Fang."</span><span style="font-style: italic">Even as he introduced them both, he shifted to a standing position, towering over his 'big sister' by more than a foot.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"I concede that you are in a hurry, but to curb my insanity in just joining strangers I must at least ask first your names. Also, who is in charge, no matter how unofficially. I detest thinking of those around me as 'That considerate, curious, outcast Demon,' 'The Peripomad who looks like she thinks I'm insane,' 'that Elf ranger, possibly alchemist, who likes roots,' or 'the black hair Almerkian who fancies elves and appears to get caught in compromising situations of circumstance.' Names are much easier and less presumptuous, no?"</span><span style="font-style: italic">Blaze then turned to the demon in particular, glancing curiously from amidst his armor of bone and leather.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"And you, sir, your presence has my curiosity. It is uncommon to see a demon who plays well with others. So I would have some questions, if you would not mind, of your knowledge of other demons, particularly any you know of who burn without burning."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Fang gave a sort of 'I give up' shrug. However, in one sense, she was glad to be offered a chance to not play messenger. Though it was never really asked of her, she always assumed the role by habit and respect for her brother. So she focused her attention towards the elf who asked about Hollow Root Trees. Her response came in a series of mewls, growls, and grumbles as she responded to nature-speak in kind, enjoying the opportunity to be understood easier.</span><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Along the river are many, if we think the same. Although from your direction I could guess, where did you flee from? The better to avoid it and head on a safer path!"</span>