[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
The innkeeper was sufficiently distracted by the deo'iel discussing their business with the other unusual group of individuals that it took several seconds for him to realize that he was being offered money, and another couple of seconds after that before he collected his thoughts enough to retrieve the silver coins from the penin's hand, and even then he simply pocketed the Rodlin without counting them and without considering to store them somewhere safer, but simply went back to listening to the others' conversation. Deo'iel occasionally visited Zerul City when a merchant discovered that it had accidentally purchased a shipment of goods infested with yth, or when a mage decided to dabble in the forbidden arts and summoned a demon too powerful to control, but they rarely stayed for more than a day or two, and they had never been beyond the fourth circle. To be able to listen in on two sixth circle deo'iel discussing their business was incredibly exciting for ordinary people such as the innkeeper, who only ever experienced adventure second- or third-hand.

When Morgan addressed the demonspawn he was met with furrowed brows and confused frowns. "Wait, what?" the blue-haired demonspawn asked, so taken aback by his question that she stopped yanking on her hair. "The deo'iel... Gaath is not deo'iel. I don't know what you have heard about the Order, but it is actually very rare for demonspawn to join, especially since we rarely care about anything but the Dread Mother's parting wish. And we are hunting him because the deo'iel are monster hunters, and while cursed ones like demonspawn and vampires are a gray area between man and beast, Gaath's actions have named him a monster. He has killed quite a few people, and one of the demonspawn he consumed was even deo'iel; that is why we hunt him. He is dangerous, and needs to be stopped."
"And he is [I]not[/I] named after the Wanderer," the shrouded one took over. "He is named after the concept of death, not the Spirit of Death. The name a demonspawn receives from Himyth is less of a name and more of a directive; an order we cannot ignore, and which defines us. I imagine that Gaath would be compelled by his name to kill to sate it, or perhaps even just keep company with the dead. My sister and I are both Baigai; pain. We are compelled to inflict as much agony on those around us as possible, and have a constant urge to hurt others." She averted her eyes. "We circumvent this desire by inflicting pain on ourselves instead. [I]That[/I] is what our Mother-given names are; they are not indicative of our power."
"But we promised to keep this brief," the blue-haired one resumed. "So just to be clear: none of you have noticed anything unusual that could hint at where we might find Gaath?"