<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Xazgir_Hedon.jpeg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">●○</span></div></div><strong>Xazgir Hedon</strong>(https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Namey/characters/21431248)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvils<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>The Cat's hissing was growing more irritating as time went on--especially as she thought it remotely smart to insult his fellow guardian. He was willing to ignore her; however, for the sake of the bloody, and likely hedonistic, battle to come. Then, she set her sights on him. He looked at her as she spoke, his brow arched in puzzlement, but that soon vanished into the ether as he started stepping toward her, expression all but blank.<br/><br/>He only made it a few steps before he heard Gloss call her out, giving her a tongue lashing for his...guardians' sakes?  The thought of his honor being defended sent a strange feeling through him, one he could not place. It made him wonder: why? But in his wondering it became clear to him. Gloss's guardians were an extension of himself. This was a retort to an insult launched at him.<br/><br/>Finally, it made sense. Good.<br/><br/>The distraction cast aside, he did continue his approach, standing beside her as Gloss entered Tami's mind and she attempted to enter Lucifel's. He clapped the Dame on the shoulder, just forcefully enough to call her to the precipice of pain and alertness. Then, he leaned in, whispering into her soft, fluffy ear--lips grazing against it just as her angel's had. "Let me give you some advice, mortal kitten," he spoke in a near whisper, breath hot and cascading, and voice starkly void of the anger one might expect. "I can sense your inner weakness. I can smell it on you like a sickness--so strong that your pretty bird's power couldn't mask it. It's my gift. But each time you open that lovely mouth of yours, you reveal it to<em>everyone</em>around you, and weakness is not worthy of respect. Remember why you're here; then, remember that there is an after to this battle, and that your actions have consequences. Do not insult me again."<br/><br/>With his words spoken, he would step back, the only thing clear on his face being his eagerness for the battle to come.