Pharros growled slightly, his manners and the sence of self preservation preventing him from sending the orbiting stone flying at the gloating goddess. Trying to keep civil, he replied<strong>"My name is Pharros. "Good" Astraotte is doing well enough, same as our guild. As you can see, some financial struggles but nothing that we cannot deal with."</strong><br/><br/>Flickering ears and twitching tail, long and luscious hanging off the stool showed the incubus's annoyance, while his fur covered face stayed neutral.