Astiroth gazed at the village. "Well I'll be damned." He watched as the monk Feon and Leila ran to the village. "Hey! You got a death wish!?" He stood in a brief silence after when his words were not heeded. "Well guess we could die together. Fight him before he gets stronger." With those last words. He readied his katana and rush after Feon and the village.


Right beside Sven stood a horrid abomination of a creature. Purple skin and snow white eyes with tentacles draping fron where his mouth would be. Masrith looked down to see a book. He picked it up and opened it. "Oh. I don't have this in my collection, I-." He was caught off by a detection of new thoughts. Thoughts he could not read but thoughts he could detect. "Sven, a group is approaching from the east." He turned to a human who was running in panick. His mind immediately became dominated. "I will find out more." The human would begin to run toward the group to act as the one who got away. With this and the classic hero group in mind, he would easily get a better look at the group.