Post by Battler Myrddin on Oct 19, 2015 17:40:52 GMT -5
Walking into the inn and listening to Minor, Battler was quick to hear the rowdiness from the tavern side. Taking the key Minor had presented, he used his lips to grab it (since metal hurts the teeth and doesn't taste pleasant). With his cheek being licked, he looked at the previously mentioned writing. It wasn't dark elf, but the standard for Earthland. Sure, it did have similarities. Demonology 101 was to learn the language of every demon you come across, lest you insult them by accident. Or in Battler's case, sleeping with them.
Before long, the voice of a female began to overpower the voice of the crowd that was behind the door he was approaching. After the muffled sound, his eyes reacted to the presence approaching the door before opening it. Right there was presumably the one he was looking for. And she reeked of alcohol. At least he, himself, could hold his liquor. Actually, his demon biology probably broke it down faster than he could drink it now. As she spoke, he realized that Minor around his neck was playing dead.
From the aura of mana emanating from the one in front of him, there were two things he knew straight away. First, they had more innate power than him so they were of a higher rank. The other, they were a sort of divine being. The opposite of what he was. So he was in quite the predicament. Now... to play the joker or not? Best not. Drunks were never very responsive to jokes.
"Go home, woman. You're drunk. To top it off, how can you provide retribution to another when you were the one to fail in protecting said daughter of mine and letting her run off alone, so responsibility falls to you, her guardian."
Battler's tone was impassive though slight hints of anger was there. He didn't mean to joke, but he ended up neither confirming nor denying the state of Minor while revealing who he was in relation to her. And even reprimanding the being who could probably kill him with ease should they try. Switching to the demon language, Battler spoke to Minor.
"Minor, my daughter, the joke is over I am afraid. Your human is intoxicated and incapable of responding properly. Please hop onto my head for the meantime."
Erosion Level | 0/100