As Vinadine gave him a nudge and gave her own thoughts about his words, he tried to look mildly shocked as he placed a hand on his chest.<br/><span style="color: darkslategray">"You wound me, madam! Accusing me of playing charades when someone asks for aid."</span><br/>The demon... She was,<i>persistent</i>to say the least. Lennart was looking forward to share a glass of drink and simply socialize with the newcomer. Maybe even tell her some trading secrets to get the best profit off ore. Looks like today was gonna be more complicated than that. Well, nothing would change by just dawdling here. And the succubus didn't seem to want to leave them alone any time soon.<br/>Doing a final adjustment, he hawked with his fist clenched in front of his mouth to cover it up. He looked up to the succubus as he spoke.<br/><span style="color: darkslategray">"Well, I suppose one should help the.... "elderly" and weak. "</span><br/>He took a hopeless look at Vinadine, he hoped she was as aware this roadblock wouldn't simply disappear no matter what they would say. A forsaken deemed old was most questionable, since being dead wouldn't exactly age their bodies and forsakens have only walked around for a few years. It was first now Lennart realized a most important dilemma, namely the head they were suppose to deliver to those who were just in front of them before this demon came by.<br/><span style="color: Darkslategray">" But what about the  head, Vadine? We really should deliver the head to those two before we lose all track of them. It's their property, is it not?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>