<strong>Name:</strong>Ariel Al'kiir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg6780446#msg6780446)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Clarissa, Ayr, Marc, and anybody else<br/><hr/><br/>Ariel allowed her hand to fall back into her lap after Jack kissed the back of it.<strong>"I'll call it a professional courtesy,"</strong>she responded quietly, though loud enough for him to hear, when he mentioned his secret.<br/><br/>She found it interesting herself.  Possibly worth something to someone though the fewer who knew about it the more valuable the information was, and as long as Jack remained a possible ally she would be true to her word.  Once those circumstances changed, all bets were off.  That, of course, was an unwritten rule in Middle City.<br/><br/>She rose gracefully and quietly and followed Jack towards the bar, her longsword in hand once more.  The holy sword's tip balanced upon the club's floor and Ariel's hands rested upon the pommel as she stood behind the blade and the group and watched Marchosias' perform parlor tricks.  Things had gone from serious to ridiculous in the few short moments since the Highborn demon had been banished.  The familiar was mewing like a cat in heat and the Ghast, who apparently belonged to Marchosias, was ranting insanely and loud enough for all present to hear.  It was almost comedic.  Almost.<br/><br/>Unfortunate thing was the comic act should've vanished with the other patrons when the trouble began.  Since it hadn't that meant Marchosias wanted them here.  Which meant he wanted them as part of the gang, if the rumors were accurate and that was indeed what he was bringing them all together for.  Granted, the Dragon was impressive.  Jack and Adam had proven themselves worthy combatants.  The Archon was capable as well, although she was more willing to trust a demon than another angel at that moment.  The rest were unknowns who'd conveniently arrived after the fighting had ended.  From what she could discern so far, this all had been a waste of her time.  Still, she'd wait to see what the man himself had to say.  It was possible he could convince her otherwise.  There was always hope.<br/><br/>