[center][b][h3][color=PowderBlue]Polaris Yukon[/color][/h3][/b]
[b][color=powderblue]Location:[/color][/b] At the edge of the capital city   ||   [b][color=powderblue]Time:[/color][/b] Just before dawn   ||   [b][color=powderblue]Interacting With:[/color][/b] [@BKburke][/center][hr][hr]
Polaris was more focused on the trio that would soon be heading their way. Why hadn't they begun heading their way yet? Perhaps Polaris was wrong with his assumption and they wouldn't be traveling with them after all. Maybe that was for the better. He wasn't sure if he was capable of traveling with someone so hot-headed. [i]Or this many people in general.[/i]

While he was observing the trio, he heard the demon speak. It was most certainly directed at him, but that didn't change his concern for the conversation in the slightest. How could he when there there was some nonsensical comments about loss and Polaris almost felt the urge to laugh? He might've done so if his laugh wasn't so ugly. Along with the smile, of course. Another nonsensical comment. To any onlooker, it was quite obvious that Polaris didn't hate his life. He only. . mildly had a problem with it at the moment and that was because of the fact that he would be traveling with twelve others. And what was that about loss again? In order for Polaris to feel loss, that would to have implied that he ever cared in the first place.

[i]That is quite a stretch, Lord Astiroth.[/i] 

Polaris didn't bother to respond to the demon and just watched him stalk off. What a [i]fun[/i] journey this would be.