Diarow responded to Mark right off the bat. "Oh, but Fissure and I really are gods to a certain extent. It's best not to get into it. We've been around for two thousand years at the very minimum, but I would think we're much older than that..." Changing subjects, he took one last look at the sword and shook his head. "Most runes can't be directly translated into current-day languages, but again, it's mostly offensive magic. The specific effects of the runes should reveal themselves, the order and intent are both very important, but as a whole it's quite unclear. These are dragon runes, ancient and even less common than other runes, being that few dragons ever did write. Shadow would know, whereas Fissure never got proper exposure to such things..." The demon turned his attention to the pendant, and gave it a thoughtful look. Somewhat reluctantly, Diarow reached into a pocket in his cloak that was nigh invisble, and pulled out a vial of similar material. "See this?" he asked, holding it out. "The making of this is ritualistic, sacraficial, and admittedly painful. I cannot be sure that it is the same, but it has many uses. The primary use however, regards life; it is derived from life, and life is in turn derived from it. In truth, what I have in this bottle is generic living matter─it's volatile and energetic. Does this make any sense to you?"<br/>~~~<br/>Fissure cocked his head to the side. He thought he was being straight-forward enough. This dragon was afraid of him, and he was being friendly. "Shadow, dragon's are among the most versatile creatures, and a dragon's life is in it's own claws. I could have moved into the sea and played with the ships and creatures forever. I love the water, but Diarow and I developed very similar personalities together. Never would I be quite satisfied without all manner of adventures that he and I love to go on..." he said. "Tell me then, what ties you to Mordicai?"