"Oh, oh, right... the... the demon." The reply seems to sober her up, a little, and she pulls away from him, still smiling, clutching her scroll to her chest, looking quite at peace with it, instead of the troubled look she'd carried, before.<br/><br/>Kamariel sits at one of the tables in the main lobby, watching him intently, until he finally makes his way over to her. "There you are. I have something I want to talk to you about." Before he even gets a chance to reply, she immediately launches into a rant about how unrealistic his game is, and how it's impossible that her armies should actually be LOSING fights, when she clearly has both superior numbers, tactics, and, in her mind, troop quality. Her actual language is spiked with numerous Abyssal curses; actual comments are pared down for brevity. "How can a few thousand humans actually stand up to a thousand of my people? And not dretches, either; full, quality demons! It's unthinkable! Their cities should all be burning under my sword, not fighting back! Reclaiming cities! You have everything wrong!"<br/><br/>It doesn't help that one of the AI races had a long string of lucky breaks in technology, and actually has quality firearms, compared to her mid-level magic research, which she's spent only minimal amounts of effort on.