<strong>Location:</strong>The Demon City, Chorgath's Nest<br/><strong>Tag to:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>Ruby pours two half-full glasses of yonberry wine and gently hands one to Cerulean as she returns to the bed, slipping into a more comfortable seated position with her legs tucked beneath her and nods her readiness to listen; Cerulean doesn't answer her cousin verbally, stirring only after her fingers curl around the stem of the glass, sniffing at the wine, wincing just a bit, then taking a pull from it before shifting to a position she can more easily balance the cup.<br/><br/>Both girls exchange a mindful look at Chorgath goes into the details of what he intends.  Cerulean is placid as ever, balancing her cousin's somewhat more concerned, worried, thoughtful expression.  Ruby has not been fond of the Demon City, she's always sought shelter, but she hesitates still.  "This... isn't a small decision you're asking us to make, my lord," she finally says.  "Can we have some time to--"<br/><br/>"We accept," Cerulean interrupts her.<br/><br/>It is a long moment before Ruby turns slowly to her cousin-- startled, annoyed, irritated, but keeping her face mostly even for family's sake.  "What," she demands, voice dangerously flat.<br/><br/>There's a half-smile from the other girl as she finishes a sip from her cup, shivering a bit as the drink bites back on its way down.  "He's right," Cerulean reflects, a certain dry note in her voice as she sets the cup beside the cushions, out of the way.  "Maybe we could make it here, if we tried, but I don't want to make it here.  I want to see a blue sky again.  I want to be able to enjoy quiet without being afraid for my life again.  And really, if we gave him our aid, how would that be different from serving Lady Anjushri?"<br/><br/>Ruby huffed indignantly.  "Well, for one--"<br/><br/>"Besides the sex."<br/><br/>And with that, Ruby is startled to momentary silence.  Cerulean does not waste the opening and turns fully to Chorgath, shifting to a kneeling position and pressing her forehead to the floor in deferential supplication.  "O Most Exalted One," she says, not looking up, adopting a shaky but serviceable version of the Malfean dialect of Old Realm, "Peer of the Demon City, Chosen of the Pyrian Source!  This worthless serf asks but one favor of he who would be her lord: wouldst thou do this lowly peon the honor of keeping the quest of fallen Azurine close to thy heart, in the days and years to come?"<br/><br/>*<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Demon City, Apartment Place<br/><strong>Tag tp:</strong>Sanger<br/><br/>A slow, grim smile crosses Iori's expression.  "Much as I already hate this place, we may actually be in one of the better places to find out about her.  None of us are getting into Heaven to look up any records they have there, but if Elmala's old enough, dangerous enough, she could well be known to the savants here.  Everyone Anjushri did invite has a presence of -some- sort in Creation, and I certainly know I keep tabs on -my- enemies when I can..."<br/><br/>It's then that her expression sours in realization.  "That kind of knowledge isn't going to be free, though.  And while I'm thinking about it, isn't this potentially one of the best places for us to double-check the prophecies the Bodhisattva said she found in that damned book of hers?"