"Oh good," Benedict hisses, as they step through the flames of hell and into commerce.  "Here I was worried that we would not get the chance to see all the delights that the... whatever level of Abyss had to give."  Verena, shifting her position around, was ignored as he slowly cranes his neck to the right until a vertebra pops back into position.  He lumbers forward, taking a deep breath of the foul air, and spits out to the side in distaste.   Possible that the excessive amount of dust does not agree with his palate.  "Orlando, we are following you into this errand for a good purpose.  Next time that Ariel, whose last name she hasn't felt keen on sharing, acts up-- Might be I take punishment out of her ass, assuming she does not get captured again.  We have greater purposes than saving a fool of a woman, however gifted and competent she might be.  We cannot afford a hot head."  Whatever else could be said about them, the group managed to retain semblance of order and decorum as they neared the crowded streets.    Even the beast, though Benedict looked on the verge of violence, kept vitriol to himself and hostile words.  "Now, we have to gather intelligence?"  He huffs, exhaling a cloud of dust from his slightly extended muzzle.  "I am not good at this.  As 'leader' perhaps you should organize this effort... unless you already have an idea of what needs to be done?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>