Darion, as he sat there and listened, glared at the image of the demon as it spoke and just sucked on that cigar.  Every word out of the thing’s mouth just made Darion hate it even more.  What was worse was that he seemed to pride himself a bit on leading the destruction  of someone’s home.  It didn’t matter that he was saying it wasn’t really a victory for him, just the army he used.  Fire breathing lizards enslaving a whole populace.  They were on his list to make pay for that now.  But through the demon’s whole demon’s spiel, there wasn’t fear in his eyes, just anger and hatred.  The fear was in there, but not overpowering.<br/><br/>Of course at the mention of a ‘brother’ in Aenath, Darion couldn’t help but get a slight itch in his missing eye.  What happened to the city sounded like something a demon would do… and he remembered the sight of that silhouette among the army.  The one leading them.  That was probably the brother.  It would make sense in the context he was talking about.  It also reminded him about his eye, something he had forgotten for a little while thanks to the pixie and Winnie.<br/><br/>After the demon’s message he turned his attention to Winnie as she started her little rant.  It was hard to miss the deadly desire in her eyes to kill this demon.  Could be interesting.  Darion was silent and just let her go through her little count off.<span style="color: Green">“Yeah, I heard that… I have no reason not to believe him on that.”</span>Past his words, there seemed to be no other reaction in his still remaining eye.  He already had decided to want to kill the demon if he could.<br/><br/>At mentioning about warning the girl he had left behind, Darion just sighed before leaning his face into his crossed hands.  His elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward a bit.  Thinking about that… though he suspected that Verita, or the part of her that had spouted the prophecy knew at least.<span style="color: Green">“She has strong people to defend her.  She escaped the army that destroyed the city thanks to them…”</span>he would not mention Lilith.<br/><br/>Though… when she mentioned taking the people to some holy place for them to hide, he did cock an eyebrow a bit.  He had to admit, the way she explained it, it was definitely ironic.  A Whore madam hiding in holy ground.  That would make an interesting story for whoever read a book written from this debacle.<span style="color: Green">“That is an idea.  But it would only work if we can find some holy ground to hide in.  I do not know where any is.  I would honestly not expect to find any with the stories I have heard of this continent.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“Or we can just toss it out a window.  That will be just as effective.  I have no desire to talk with that thing at all. I don’t know why you would want to keep it.”</span>Was all he said in reply in reference to the orb.  He really couldn’t think of a good reason to keep it.<br/><br/>When her last curse came he was looking up at the older Aviari woman at where she had stopped to pick up the orb.  He couldn’t help but smile.<span style="color: Green">“Welcome to my world, people always being one step ahead of me.  I’m still here though.”</span>Darion said before sighing and standing up in front of her.<span style="color: Green">“But you are right.  Rest; get your magic back after we summon your friend.  Then work with Aretha, the old healer from earlier.  See if you two can figure out how he is tracking.  I hope we can find out how he found us before your friend helps us.”</span><br/><br/>……………………………<br/><br/>The Aviari guard who had taken the device was making his way into the hold while the other one was waking the others up.  Though they were trying to be as gentle about it.   They were passing by all those sleeping and passing on Darion’s orders to clear out the hold for the device.  It was while this was going on that the one who had taken the device was moving to the center of the hold that it started to go off.<br/><br/>As soon as the  device started ticking he was startled with a light squawk.  So much so that he actually dropped the device to the floor.  Immediately after he did he remembered some of the evil things he had heard from stories about W’ineton… and if he had just broken the thing…<span style="color: Gray">“Oh no… no, I did not drop it…  Everyone up and get out of here!  This thing is counting down!”</span>he yelled before starting to rush people out of the hold.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>