"Ahh, my dear lady, you presume I am the hero, and not the blackguard. How interesting the stories would be, if my kind were portrayed the other way around for a change." He chuckled. The flighty-flirty one would be an interesting woman; and not just because of her... well, she was already creating a reputation, at least in his mind, whether she wanted it or not.  This was a good thing, as far as he was concerned. Anybody worth remembering, wroth noting, had a reputation of one sort or another.<br/><br/>Of course, by his kind, he referred to his race in general. Tiefling's often got the short end of the stick; most people expected the worst of them, because of the infernal or abyssal blood running in their veins. Unfortunately, all that societal bullying, pressure, and ostracizing tended to push Tiefling's out of polite society and into the murk; into the kind of occupations that would continue to reinforce the negative racial stereotypes.<br/><br/>Urgasburg was nice for the fact that it didn't matter he had some Fiend's blood in him. He was living, that's what counted. "Well, Lydia, I'd advise you to be careful when such offers come your way once we're in the city proper. Always check your prospective partners for fangs. I'm sure you'd taste delightful. But I'm also sure you wouldn't be left alive." A shrug of the shoulders, a casual and some might say cold comment.<br/><br/>"Ahh! And the Enforcer speaks. Here I thought you had gone and perished under the weight of your duties." She was, in many ways, the embodiment of the city. Grosvenor could guess at that much. But a singular entity could not fully encapsulate the great city. One might guess that 'The Dragon' had a few reasons for being sent along; that he better embodied the liveliness and the spirit of fight and struggle of the living, the camaraderie of the living.<br/><br/>"Oh my dear, I am sure you await the day I slip up. Well, when I do, I shall ensure it is you that takes my head, and not any other." He winked at the Enforcer. She may spew vitriol and hate at him, but he rebuffed it, allowed it to simply bounce off of him.<br/><br/>His attention slipped back towards the others. "Right, if anybody has any questions about the rules, then they should ask the Mask. She'll be keen to answer them, I'm sure. Now, if anybody plans on doing anything silly, like traveling outside during the Hunting Time, or needs to know about the city itself... I've been crawling the streets for quite some time."<br/><br/>Oh, for sure, there may be those who plot and conspire his death; just as they plot against each other's houses. It was the thrill of the challenge, the drive to become better that pushed him.  And perhaps one day, he'd finally be outdone. But then again, every mortal must one day cease to exist. Oh, if only Zora mentioned what it was that bothered her, they could have some absolutely<em>riveting</em>philosophical discourse.