Eria swatted absently, without malice, toward Mirri -- hardly enough to prevent the headstrong fae from landing between her shoulders, which promptly tensed at the unfamiliar presence.<span style="color: magenta">"Eira,"</span>she confirmed for W'ineton, with a small smile, but tipped her head in curiosity as the Aviari deferred the description of their situation to Darion. Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed, and she remarked,<span style="color: magenta">"That... doesn't sound like the behavior of any common demon."</span>Again her shoulders tensed, possibly enough to dislodge Mirri from a precarious perch, but she stood silently for long moments before speaking again.<br/><br/><span style="color: magenta">"Since you've been honest with me, I should be with you,"</span>the lean-framed young woman said, at length.<span style="color: magenta">"I am... something of an outlaw, among my people. I won't bore you with details, but it's enough for you to understand that I make my way among surface-dwellers as a sell-sword because, with a few exceptions like Horgar who don't care for the politics of our folk, among Dvergar I'm known as an oath-breaker, a murderer, a kin-slayer. My own brothers hunt me, and have for years, and by harboring me you make yourselves their enemies."</span>She drew a halting breath, though her lips curved into a wan smile at Mirri's question.<span style="color: magenta">"Why every face dour, indeed. So I will make you a bargain, Miss W'ineton, Captain Darion. I will come with you, and lend you my skill and my steel to help keep these people safe and assist with your demon problem, for as long as you're prepared to put up with being on the wrong side of a half-dozen young Dvergar noblemen with a blood-grudge against their younger sister. I will warn you away from my troubles when and where I can, of course, but should it ever become too much to bear just tell me, openly, and we'll part ways cordially. Deal?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>