Merelus watched the two. The Eladrin with his odd ways, was believed to be largely oblivious. That was anything but the truth. The two Hobgoblins were not subtle creatures, and to the practiced eye, they screamed foreknowledge. Odd. But the Eladrin smiled, and walked through the doors. He cocked his head at Dante's words, and smiled wider.<br/><br/>"Merelus, yes. You have a dying Halfling prostitute on the ground floor."<br/><br/>The Eladrin wasn't heartless, but he might appear to be. Still as chipper as ever. Death didn't mean quite the same thing to the Eladrin. And... well, very few of the beings on this land were... real to the Eladrin.<br/><br/>"She seemed to want to speak with you."