<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/b1/b5/29b1b527e567ff6e104d0b5391202cd1.jpg)</div>Norg's eyes are wide as Walfaerd asks for him not to be killed and he quickly stammers out,<strong>"And no killing Wal either, alright? Nothing bad's going on." </strong>He begins to look as though he's going to push himself to his feet, but Diabelle slips onto his back and begins to stroke at his neck and he thinks better of it. He shifts his head to the side a bit, one of his horns catching for a moment on Diabelle's cape, pulling it lightly.<strong>"Listen, when I'm on the job, sure, I do what needs doing, right? But you're working with the Silverwings? Seems to me that makes us on the same side?"</strong>He offers a big lizard smile and then his eyes turn to Yva and a full yelp escapes from him.<br/><br/>Norg's claws dig into the roof, ripping up the stone a little as he clings to it. His jaw works a time or two and his voice comes out higher pitch,<em><strong>"TRUE dragon."</strong></em>His eyes widen as though ensorcelled and another yapping yelp escapes from him. Walfaerd gives him a serious look and barks out, "Breathe, breathe." Norg's body begins to shake, vibrating and bouncing Diabelle on his back as Walfaerd barks out to him again,<strong> "BREATHE, you overgrown idiot fucking kobold."</strong>This doesn't seem to have done any good as Norg lets out a kind of whimpering yammer and continues to shake.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b7/9b/88/b79b881e3957f8dd1e6df9101dd9a553.jpg)</div>Walfaerd makes a sour face and turns her attention back up to Deisres,<strong>"We should finish this before my partner's instincts have him clawing up trinkets to throw to your friend."</strong>She lifts herself up to a semi-raised position, bringing her face closer to the incredible sight of Deisres's pussy on display and makes no attempt to hide lecherously staring between that and the demon's considerable cleavage. She then brings her eye up to Deisres's face and carefully reaches to her own jacket,<strong>"I'm going to pull out a confirmation of receipt. Please do not kill my friend." </strong><br/><br/>With the slowest of movements, she pulls out a small, folded piece of paper that will turn out to be a confirmation of receipt for an object, 'ARCAN CIRCUL RUG' that is to be 'PAID ON CREDITS SOME 70 GOLD FIFTEEN SILV' and signed by the merchant (Mon Cliproot) and Norg. She holds the paper up and then carefully holds it out towards Ho to take,<strong>"Far more trouble than it's worth. We were told to dispose of it, but thought we could make a little extra change selling it. As I understand it, it's good for spells. Helps to keep your thinking targeted or something. Norg decided that Mon deserved a line of credit, we were going to collect." </strong>