The rogue, Fool as she named him, gave a lazy shrug as they moved to reunite with their allies. "Indeed, it is a strange thing... An elixer to undo, such a valuble tool... However, can one ever, fully reject from themselves, something so precious?" Walking tall beside her, he blanced down, one brow raised in mild curiosity. "And yes, I am, as they call it, a rogue... Though the contracts, which I accept, are far reaching... many and varied..." He made a lazily grand, half hearted gesture with one hand, af if to elaborate the lack of bounds his employment could entail...<br/><br/>Ariving, behind the demoness no less, he peered down with a rather quizical expression... "Did we, miss something?" His breaths haggard, sentence broken up by constant pauses. Turning his head, his drill like gaze fell upon the 'aged' undead, scrutinizing her as one would a possible threat, or plausable target... "Your owner, I take it?" he asked the succubus, both his arms hidden under the body conceiling volume of cloaks...He seemed every bit the reliable merc he claimed to be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>