((OOC: Sorry about that exceedingly tiny post; my job has an internet filter, so I'm trying to post from my phone. Obviously it's not working as well as I'd hoped.))<br/><br/>Arms crossed, Dantalion approached the chained young woman with a curious glint to his eyes. Gods below, but she was beautiful. Perhaps it couldn't hurt to talk to her before the time came. No, it was always considered too impolite to play with your food, wasn't it? Still, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her lithe form. He frowned slightly at the feel of the magical emanations coming off of the magical sigil inscribed in the tree bark. The villagers always got that wrong. He'd have to take her back to the cathedral.<br/><br/>He smiles, attempting to put the young woman at ease. A futile gesture, perhaps, considering the atmosphere, but every little bit helped. "You appear to be in quite the predicament, young lady. How is it that someone like you came to be chained to a tree in a place like this, this late at night?"