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	The horned man smirked with delight, as Mr. Travis spoke. "Three points to the sharply dressed man. Offer, is the category of this little business venture. As for your name, don't worry, I'm not intending to bind you or anything. That'd limit how useful you'd be to me..." He purrs out. He begins to open his mouth to speak, but a hooded figure near by beats him to it. Their eyes open under their hood, showing a striking yellow, a hue found in fire.
	"You're not in hell, and I'm getting tired with his theatrics. You're here, because your homes are in danger. A war has broken out, and your worlds are on the edge of it, teetering on the edge of cataclysm. Normally, I'd not give a damn, but I've been asked by a dear friend to keep your worlds from being over-ran by demons, zombies, soldiers, or whatever else would be thrown at them. Right now, you're here to picks sides." He speaks, his voice deep, gravely, and cold. "So cut the flowery or the evasive crap, or I'll cut it for you." 

	"...Ahh, yes. So bluntly put..." The demon starts, before the hooded man punches him in the face, breaking his nose, and shattering many of the teeth in his mouth. The punch echos though the air, making everyone ache slightly due to the sudden shock wave gently passing though them. The demon holds their face, blood pouring though his fingers. He glares at the hooded man, before looking at the assembled cast. 
	"..Yes...You're here to pick sides. One of them being mine, which I implore you to choose. My name is Ozwald, and I am the best good, anyone will get here." He says, slouching into his chair.

	No doubt others would speak out against this, among the crowd of hooded men and women there, but for now, it seems he had the floor.