Maren watched and listened to the ongoing conversation, rolling his eyes slightly when the scholar made her second (by his count) sexual reference. If there was a magic school of eroticism, he had no doubt that she was well versed in it. This was followed by a deep sigh. Demon-slayers indeed, the group seemed to be more well-suited to playing children's games than fighting even an imp, in his mind. Granted, he knew little about demons, so perhaps their merry and childlike ways were some sort of secret weapon against the pure evil that the creatures were made of. They were either very mad, or extremely brilliant. In either case, the wild elf stood up, looking around at the ones he'd be joined by, and then at each of the Black Cult members, before he spoke.<br/><br/>"I'll join. You'll need someone who can keep your asses alive, after all. In any case, I don't think my god would object to me invoking his power to help lesser races when demons are involved," he said (also the most he's spoken so far, as a note to anyone listening to him), arms crossed as he did. The cleric looked at the Moon Elf and gave her a latent nod in response to the call of his god's name.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>