"My eyes are-"<br/><br/>Silas stopped talking as he saw Nathaniel. The hairs on Silas's neck stood up as he glanced for a brief moment at Nathaniel's glare. Was there a way for him to convince Nathaniel that he wasn't a threat? Then, with a child-like grin, the answer came to him.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Silas est nomen meum.</span>" He extended his hand towards Aris. "<span style="font-style: italic">Non sum periculosa.</span>"<br/><br/>He had just said 'Silas is my name' and 'I am not dangerous' in Latin. Did angels really understand Latin, he wondered.<br/><br/>Roy suddenly stepped forward, next to Silas. "Hey, I'm sure you all enjoy chatting. But I think that hunger is a more pressing issue."<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">The entrance of the hall</span></span><br/><br/>Giles held his head with his hand and shook his head slowly. The 40 year old demon hunter had grizzled brown hair and blue eyes, the left of which was of a slightly different shade of blue and beside a large scar. Decked in shining steel plate armour, Giles looked like a knight of legendary tales. He lost his left eye against a fight with another demon hunter, and had it replaced with a glass eye. The man was still hungover, but he had the air of a deadly veteran around him.<br/><br/>"Where is Silas?" he asked himself. "Brian?" Giles turned to his right, where another man stood, clutching his head as well. Brian was about the same age as Giles, but he lacked the same presence of experience Giles had. With short blonde hair and blue eyes, Brian wore just about the same thing Giles wore: steel plate armour.<br/><br/>"Maybe he's already enjoying a drink with Sir Ashton?" Brian shrugged.<br/><br/>Giles looked at Brian incredulously. "He wouldn't do that." The demon hunter craned his neck towards the hallway, catching the glimpse of two silhouettes walking towards them of roughly the same height.