Damien
There was absolutely nothing interesting in this place. Only stuffy mages who were just content to stare and whisper behind his back. Damien fought the urge to grind his teeth. At least there was a stall selling some manner of meat stuffed bread. Handing over some coin, Damien took a bite of the dumpling as he continued to wander down side streets.
The warm food in his belly did little to lift his spirits, but Belial was having a good time. The elemental was floating to and fro, examining everything that caught his interest.
"Are you having fun?" the elf asked, propping himself up with his staff.
Belial quipped back, "Oh yes. Human cities are always full of such little trinkets. It's amusing how such a race with no extraordinary abilities has managed to rise above all the challenges stacked against them~"
"Your joy is contagious." Damien's deadpan response was met with naught but silence as they turned down another street.
Their walk through the unfamiliar city was uneventful. It was more of the same. More hushed whispers, more stares--couldn't they come up with something more interesting to do? The elf had, at one point, attempted to ask a lass where he could sleep for the night, but she was so enraptured by Belial that she peppered the two with questions, which Damien was only able to dodge by vaulting over a cart and disappearing into a side street.
The gentle pressure of Belial's hands on his shoulder grabbed his attention, and he glanced over as the elemental perched on his shoulder, leaning close to whisper, "We're being followed, dearest Damien."
Great.
His breathing steadied as he continued walking as though nothing was wrong. In a gruff whisper he replied, "I don't suppose they just want to question us?"
"With your luck?"
Point taken.
With an elegant twist, the elf whirled around, staff in hand, and pointed the spear-like tip at his stalker. "I don't want any trouble," he stated dryly.
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