Despite holding their rapt attention for over an hour, his own attention focused on recalling his accounts in such a way to make them seem more human, they all glance over when Lai pauses for a moment. They spot what he's looking at, tucked away in a shady corner of the yard, but as he is in the middle of his story they quickly look back to him with little whines. He smiles at the soft noises and continues. With grand gestures and even playacting little bits of it the story is a hit and as it comes to a close the children let out little war cries. Not a handful of seconds pass and they are up in arms, ready to slaughter the hoards of evil that are half the children acting like little demons.

In truth the story had been simple, a reconnaissance mission to a deserted part of the planet where there had been demon sightings but nothing confirmed. The only hitch of course was an attack by a rogue band of demons that had been hiding out there, not wanting to share their capture of a small group of frightened children. The demons had become bandits and the angels mercenaries on a job for the church, but still the children felt the need to vent their excitement in a playfully violent manner. Not wanting to get trampled Laisander scoops up the blanket, folding it expertly with a few quick turns and moving away from the rowdy bunch with little difficulty.

Stopping a few paces away from where the demon is seated Lai flops down himself without looking at the man. Instead he watches the children, two of the little ones tackling down one of the taller ones in a maneuver that would have made Lai's commander proud. He stays silent, the demon already knowing what he wants and feeling no need to push the point. [i]'Besides, I always start the actual conversations while he just tries to say his bit then storm off in righteous anger. It's his turn to either speak up, or once again blow me off. I have two days to start cracking this egg, and a ton more days I can come pester him on until I get my answers'[/i]