"Hrm...Devils and Orks come together with mansions and beauties, today we feast on the tainted ..filling of a damsel's... hrm, something courage," Akiada mumbled to himself as he tried to puzzle out the sentence before turning his attention back to the sketch. He had to admit the woman was very pretty, having caused a bit of a stir in his pants, but the setting she was placed in painted a most confusing and strange picture. A half-falling chandelier, bloodied doors, in a castle - likely the one depicted earlier.<span style="font-style: italic">What could it mean?</span><br/><br/>He pressed his fingers to the book again, trying to coax it into telling him more.