<span style="color: #00FF00">Jonathan took a long gulp of the mead he had been offered due to the dead demon at the doorway before answering. “Well… It seems I have little choice in the matter, now doesn’t it? Alright, but it isn’t a long tale, and it is filled with pain of a different sort than the physical type you are used to.”<br/><br/>Now that he had a good look at this… man in front of him, he was a little nervous. Jonathan wasn’t stupid by any means, and after that display of strength this stranger had exibited, he didn’t think beating around the bush would be a good idea.<br/><br/>Calrodis seemed to still be miffed about the “Whore” comment, so she just downed her drink in one fell swoop and yawned as if saying that she was uninterested in what was going on.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">Garash stood waiting for what he considered an appropriate amount of time. When the whore yawned, he searched for a seat. Finding one, and pulling it over for his use, he took a seat.  </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“To put it simply I am an orphan of sorts. I was blessed by the gods with the jewel you see in my forearm here. Honestly I am still unaware of it’s full potential. My father left me and my mother when I was born, and she died when I was 12. However the gods have given me the solid belief that well… everyone deserves a second chance.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Blessed by the Gods...</span>Garash thought.<span style="font-style: italic"> A second chance…</span> This stranger, these things he spoke about so openly… Garash didn’t have a damn idea what any of it meant, but it sounded unbelievably mystical. “What does that mean?” he asked, naivete pouring off him in waves.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“It means, good sir, that no one has done so much wrong in the world, that they are doomed to die alone and afraid.” Jonathan said, trying to explain, noting this man was quite new to the concept. Calrodis fell out of her chair laughing, clearly drunk by now. “That’s Dwarfshit!” she said through her fit of laughter.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">The Elf man’s words stirred centuries of memories in Garash. Was that what they’d wanted for him? To die alone and afraid? For a moment, he was in a dark place: back to being bound in shackles and utterly alone. Yet again, an unpleasant sound brought him back. It was the Whore, laughing, denouncing the hope the stranger had just given him. And then, it was shouting in his native tongue.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Jonathan heard the other Demons approaching before they were inside. that didn’t mean he was able to formulate anything close to a plan though. He glanced around the room, and seeing the cloaked woman with a bow in hand take one of the demons out then get dragged towards the back, he stood and made his way towards her and the Almerkian who was dragging her away. He couldn’t afford to lose a chance to know what this thing in his arm was. Calrodis stopped laughing and said, “Barkeep, hope you don’t mind this.” then took a bottle of Dwarf vodka and threw it at a demon, then ignited the fluid with her fire breath. She seemed to think on something, then turned to Garash. “Come on tall dark and sexy! that’s our cue to leave!” and followed Jonathan, who was himself following the elf woman, out.</span>