Winnie took the card in her feathered fingers and frowned upon reader the words.<br/><br/><i>"Ronald 'Ron John' Johnson<br/>
Exotic Bird Catcher and Dealer"</i><br/><br/>She felt herself starting to blush, the normally pale skin underneath her blue feathers coloured a deep red, but it wasn't a blush of embarrassing sorts. No the woman was not used to being treated in such a light manner, no one ever dared to oppose her. But for now, she kept herself calm and just raised her eyebrow towards the man, dragging another toke from her exotic scented cigarette as she tapped the ash next to her side on the floor. She watched the demon take his card once more and rub over it, only to give it back to her reading the following words.<br/><br/><br/><i>"Daniel 'Danny' Devile<br/>
Message Express"</i><br/><br/>She watched his thumb rub over the words again, and show his actualy name, as far as she could believe him, on the before blank paper. Winnie was not impressed, the man was playing a joke on her, but despite his seemingly fun nature with his ways of magic, she could smell the foul scent of evil all around him.<br/><br/>''Dementia.. God of chaos and destruction, whole scriptions have been written about you and your powers in the old world. And now you are here, to bing me a message, and I presume take me regardless my answer to it?''<br/><br/>The mistress was playing with the corners of the cardboard paper, looking into the Ramens eyes as far as she could, trying to estimate his powers, his intentions, his goodwill. If there was any. She did listen to his words, and as a reaction towards it, her feathers started to puff up out of anger and astonishment. Who dared to request her presence in such a manner, by such a dreadful creature like that. She knew she was by far not strong enough to win a fight and come out alive from a demon as old as Dementia, but she could try. There was no way she would come along with this... this charade, and leave her precious business behind.<br/><br/>She did wonder who dared to ask her like this, who dared to request her attention on matters that were far not important enough to visit her, themselves. She flipped the card over and read the intricately stylized letters printed beautifully in gold on the back. She started the shake her head and muttered softly to herself, loud enough for the demon to hear. ''This can't be right... This cannot be true..'' One of her delicate fingers traced over the print, surging magic over the card as if to verify it, she only burned the tip of her index with a sharp sting of pain. The card contained dark magic, not dangerous, but enough for Winnie to suck on the soar spot of her finger and look up at Dementia.<br/><br/>She was lost for words, and very much trapped in a position she could not find a way out. But what in earth's name did the Kaiser need her opinion on? The questions roamed in her mind, and even the Ramen could see a plan brooding in her feathery head.<br/><br/>''And what if I refuse? I won't be of much use dead, and do not think I will let get myself captured that easily, demon.''<br/><br/>She spoke her words carefully, making it almost seem as if the two were having a normal and decent conversation with each other to anyone who might glance in their direction. But the truth could not be more further away from that deception as W'ineton was gathering strength from gems, and stones attuned to her power, embedded in the room in her tavern. Small glowing sparkles of blue light seemed to surge from the walls into the woman's direction, making the drunkards in the inn look up and mutter incomprehensible things as to why those tiny orbs were lighting up the place. W'ineton was not careful in hiding her powersupplies to the Ramen, hoping it would scare him of in some way. She did not think for a second the demon would destroy her business, so she would, if it came to a fight, have a home-advantage.<br/><br/>Dear earth, she hoped he was alone...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>