Through the under growth shuffled a hunched figure, covered by a shabby, patchwork cloak. It walked with a pronounced limp and a odd clicking with every odd step. It stopped regularly, crouching and emanating a chattering speech.
A sound. A conversation? Yes, it sounds like one. Two, no three people. Talking about... Plants? Yes, one of them is complaining about wearing them. That is not too odd. Are they dangerous? Possibly. Two are demons.
The figure began to speaks in chitters, a strange beetle stopping to respond, warning of a terrifying presence.
Terror demon then. Other has pointed ears and size would indicate an elf.
Great potential for observation, dangerous, but worth it.
With what may have been a nod, the figure stood and stode forward.
"May if examine you more closely? I have yet to have the chance to observe one of you." With a chittering, a notebook and charcoal pencil was produced from within the cloak.
A sound. A conversation? Yes, it sounds like one. Two, no three people. Talking about... Plants? Yes, one of them is complaining about wearing them. That is not too odd. Are they dangerous? Possibly. Two are demons.
The figure began to speaks in chitters, a strange beetle stopping to respond, warning of a terrifying presence.
Terror demon then. Other has pointed ears and size would indicate an elf.
Great potential for observation, dangerous, but worth it.
With what may have been a nod, the figure stood and stode forward.
"May if examine you more closely? I have yet to have the chance to observe one of you." With a chittering, a notebook and charcoal pencil was produced from within the cloak.
