[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
"Yeah, I've got some beds to spare," the innkeeper replied to I'on's inquiry, his gaze straying only briefly to his two companions before shifting to the guardsmen behind them, whom he watched until they had left his inn... which was only a couple of seconds, but enough to make his awareness of their presence evident by the attention he gave them and his curious expression. Once they were gone, though, his focus returned to I'on, and a smile replaced his puzzled mien. "As always it'll be four rodlin a night; five, if you wanna throw in a meal per day."
While he waited for the penin's two acquaintances to decide how long they would be staying, he continued addressing I'on directly. "I'd ask if you'd like anything else, but I think there's someone else that'd like to talk to you first." He nodded in the direction of the corner of the inn, where the evidently female deo'iel was rising out of her chair, snatching up a short spear that had been resting against the wall behind her, which she rested passively against her shoulder. The other deo'iel, shrouded in cloak as it was, was standing as well, though much more slowly and clumsily. Its right hand emerged from within the cloak, clutching the knob of a sturdy, but otherwise ordinary wooden cane, which the person leaned on heavily as it got on its feet. The hand was clad in a black glove, but even through the garment it was obvious how unusually thick the joints of its fingers were, and how there seemed to be odd round little protrusions on the back of its hand.
"Don't worry, they've been asking everyone questions all day, but they haven't harassed anyone," the innkeeper felt the need to assure his guests. "They're on our side, anyways; they're deo'iel, after all, and of the sixth circle at that."

Morgan, with his attention caught and focused, would first and foremost be able to confirm what would already be evident from the one common visual trait all of their kind shared - that of their mirror-eyes - and their twisted physiques, which was that these two were demonspawn. They both gave off an ominous sense of danger and raw power, their souls being made up by a mass of swirling darkness surrounding a center of calm light, which constituted the mortal part of their beings. Moreover, while the infernal energy that permeated them was different, their mortal parts were surprisingly similar; enough so to suggest that they shared the same mortal parent, these two, in addition to having the Dread Mother in common. Finally, he would be able to sense that the more human of the two - the blue-haired woman - had a finely balanced soul, nearly half-mortal and half-demon, whereas the other, cloaked one was far more corrupted by its demonic heritage than its companion. Its mortal self had shrunk away to almost nothing, and its infernal soul was immense, pitch-black and contained colossal power, even for a demonspawn.
Patrons of the inn stepped aside to as the deo'iel advanced, opening a wide path for them to walk, and a palpable silence seemed to follow them as they crossed the room, as the patrons nearest the two fell silent until they were at a comfortable distance again. It was not surprising that they did so, as became evident when the deo'iel came close to I'on, Morgan and Ixion, as while the blue-haired one seemed a bit odd and disconcerting at best, the other one was downright frightening. Not only did it give off a feeling of cruelty and murderous intent, but every step it took with its left leg was accompanied by a dull, nasty screeching noise, like hearing someone gnashing their teeth loudly in the next room.
"Greetings," the blue-haired one hailed them when they were but three feet away from the nearest of the three. Her voice was quite feminine and melodious, and she spoke with a slight lisp. "Would you mind answering a few questions? It won't take long, I promise, and you would be doing the Order a favor by doing so."