"For your information, I am only part demon. My mother was a wolf anithrope, and my father left her when I was just a child." Darakus explained in a tone that spouted hatred towards his father. He seemed to still be trembling as he said this.<span style="font-style: italic">I've got to choose my words <span style="text-decoration: underline">very</span> carefully.</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">I still don't know who gives him his orders, but he is definitely a demon. I can smell it in his blood. If only I knew who put that seal on him.</span>"In any case," he continued, "I see no reason to fight you, or your group. In fact, If you will let me I will gladly offer my services to the group. My senses are honed to smell and hear anything or anyone within a 5 mile radius, and my half demon magic comes in very handy if we get ambushed by anyone who can evade my detection. And in answer to your first question, I have absolutely no Idea where he went when he left my mother."