Daminor had learned about the Solar and the Gold Dragon, nodding along with them, but he blanches at the mention of the blue and the balor. "You kept that blue? Are you crazy? And a... balor?" he asks, as he fails his Know: Religion check. "My equivalent as a demon, effectively." "Your... e-equivalent?" The blood drains from his face, and he swallows, very strongly. "Well. That's... that's something. And here I thought I was a big fish, around here," he jokes, weakly.