"Or perhaps if you had been there we would not be speaking this day. A great number of young men and old lost their lives that day, it was horrific. I was there when they captured him, you know. I saw it happen. They say he laughed like a maniac all the way to the gallows." He tried to place a hand on the shoulder of the more mousy girl, the one who looked like a librarian but was actually a wizard. "You look frightened, my dear. Is something the matter? Do I frighten you? I am unarmed and barely clothed, surely you have nothing to fear from me, not with these men here sure to protect your virtue." A serpentine tongue slipped from between the teeth, ever so slightly forked. A whisper that was likely only audible to the girls, or at least intended to be, slipped forth almost unbidden.<em>"Oo booll gatseaen eeeae negd, eeeae bteb."</em>The words are Abyssal, a vile tongue which emanated just as pitilessly from his lips as it had from a thousand score demons before him. His smile was predatory, it was attractive, and perhaps worst of all it was genuine.