<sub>(ya, your dragoness <em>was</em> being raped at the time...)</sub><br/><br/>Yes, things started out smoothly, but they quickly hit a bump in the road. Rather Devaguea hit it, Auriana walked over it. After picking himself up, he continues down the path, whistling a merry tune to himself, sounding for all the world to be so bird-brained that even birds would be offended to be associated with him. If not for the display of power when he saved the dragoness, she would probably never even noticed him.<br/><br/>He walked, occassionally jogged to keep up with the faster dragoness, and sometimes even danced to music that only he could hear, in his head. At least until an arrow took his hat off, earning the archer a distressed cry of, "My hat! I need that boost to force of personality damn it!"<br/><br/>Running over to it, he stopped when several orcs stepped out of the sparse tree line on each side, apparently thinking the dragoness was an illusion or fake or maybe that she was the result of the strong drink they had imbided not to long ago. The said, "Your money or your life?"<br/><br/>To which Devaguea replied, "No, no, no. You are doing this all wrong, you need to use more force, like, 'YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE, you bastard, weakling, runty, unwanted offspring of an orc reject.' What, was it something I said?"<br/><br/>The last part of his comment was because nearly every bow was aimed at him suddenly, and the arrows looked depressingly sharp.