Azure Dreams puffs up, almost literally. (Really, the robes themselves seem to expand and billow as she talks) "The heirator to one of the most respected lines of demonology in Creation!" She leans forward and the robes are now pretty much moving in defiance of physics.<br/><br/>"Respected. I'm not some cultist that blindly worships a demon wanting to lead it into the world, or some fool that dabbles in magic not knowing their limits. This robe, for instance, was made by bargaining in the dream bazaar by use of a ritual. Making a hearthstone would have been gauche, prayers mostly worthless, and trying to summon the demon laughable."