<strong>Davus Gallimean</strong><br/><br/>Striding out of the inn, Davus walked out into the street surveying the damages done to the village around him taking note of the way many of the "shacks" were destroyed. Many of the Death Eaters were such blunt instruments... Davus sighed. They had no class, no desire to appreciate their superiority. They simply killed and destroyed like barbarians of the ancient times. He and Gemini savored their kills, as few as they were. Neither savored the kill, it was the torture before it which brought them their joy. They often would let others finish off their victims, preferring to unleash the torture in its plethora of amazing types.<br/><br/>Looking up behind him he noticed the girl he and Gemini had thrown out was still alive. She was mostly motionless, seeing her moving breasts which told him she was still much alive. Pointing his wand up he incanted the killing curse giving her a quick death. As he looked down he spotted Lucius Malfoy and smiled to himself. Lucius was an interesting man, very cultured, though mostly full of hot air. That didn't stop him from associating with him, however; Lucius appealed to his more cultured side. Death Eaters like the worthless werewolf were distasteful and nothing short of a danger. When Greyback was around, Davus always felt on edge and stayed close to Gemini. The killing curse was always on the edge of his lips, ready to be mouthed and without need of excuse to the Dark Lord.<br/><br/>People like Lucius had honor and thus Davus had no fear for his wife's safety; if she did not cross them nor the Dark Lord, they had no reason to harm her. Walking towards Lucius he gave greetings when the two made eye contact. "Hello Lucius. Enjoying our lords festivities?"