<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>: Ruritanian Fort<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ryst | OPEN<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>"Interesting," he said after walking alongside Ryst and listening--perhaps with surprising patience--to the blue Tiefling's retorts. "There's some spark of resistance in you after all. You are wrong, unequivocally, but that doesn't mean I can't be a tiny bit impressed." A smile played on his face; one that made it difficult to tell if he was trying to be helpful, hurtful--or both.<br/><br/>"You have infernal blood. You are a fiend. A single drop is all it takes, as I'm sure you can tell by those lovely horns you've got there. What that means to you is your business, but denying it is just silly. Devils are scummy little cunts, but even I can't deny that they're powerful enough creatures."<br/><br/>His smile faltered, if only for moment; then, his expression took on a look of neutrality. "Why refuse your power? That in your blood and in your 'summoner's gift'? War is here, and if you think you were treated unfairly tonight, you are in for a big surprise. I see no reason wasting what little time you may have left not taking whatever the<em>fuck</em>you want. But that's just one<em>fiend's</em>perspective."<br/><br/>With this said, he'd slow his pace, allowing the tiefling to carry on alone if he pleased. He'd planted his seed well enough, and if he was lucky, things would get very interesting in the future--if the blue tiefling survived the upcoming battle, at least.