[center][h3][color=yellow]Lunalel Lightsword[/color][/h3][/center]

Luna was almost dumbfounded by this person's utter narcissism.  She thought it might be a jest even.  Surely it had to be!  [color=yellow]"Attracted to you perfection?  I don't think there's such a thing as perfection. Not even in gods... I was just worried something might come out and attack you.  That said... You want me to entertain you?  I can give you a riddle from old England if you're bored."[/color]  The Knightess cleared her throat and looked Marie in the eyes, making sure the demon caught her words.  The words even seemed to have a rhythmic meter to it.  Luna seemed use to this.


[color=yellow][i]I am a lonely thing, wounded with iron,
switten by sword, sated with battle-work,
weary of blades. Often I see battle,
fierce combat. I foresee no comfort,
no help will come for me from the heat of battle,
until among men I perish utterly;
but the hammered swords will beat me and bite me,
hard-edged and sharp, the handiwork of smiths,
in towns among men. Abide I must always
the meeting of foes. Never could I find
among the leeches, where people foregather,
any who with herbs would heal my wounds;
but the sores from the swords are always greater
with mortal blows day and night.[/i][/color]

Luna finished closing her eyes and giving a bit of a silly smirk.  [color=yellow]Can you figure it out?  I think it's a fairly simple one.  I can tell you again if you need."[/color]  Luna commented, as she turned to look around the area for anything out of place.  This place was incredible in more than one way.  It was both a point of interest for their group, and run down to the point of being a creepy.

[center][h3][color=red]Eith the Shellagh[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=red]"I guess...  It feels like I have."[/color]  Eith mentioned, looking about the place almost uncomfortably.  It had definite felt it but of course, she wasn't wholly sure.  Her memories seem to have sealed or something of the sort so it wasn't all too weird that she didn't fully know.  She wanted to know, even if she would forget... At the same time though, she wanted to leave... Or burn the place down.  She'd be happy with either right now.

[center][h3][color=green]Katherine Lindall and Solana[/color][/h3][/center]

Katherine's head tilted back from the recoil and held the side of her face from where she got hit.  [color=tan]"Please do."[/color] Katherine agreed with the dragon.  That was unexpected...  Well, whatever. She had her torch.  This was a good opportunity if nothing else. She picked up the piece of paper that Meowka threw on the ground.  [color=green]"Just because you're illiterate doesn't mean this is incomprehensible. Rather, this is Demonic...  Hmm, wonder what it says."[/color]  Katherine said before getting into the reading.

Sol stuck close to Sorcha, unsure of what to do really.  She couldn't read and while she wasn't especially frightened of the dark, it was hard to see.  Really, all she did was hold the dragon's hand so she wouldn't get lost.  [color=b22222]"Sorry, I can't really see all too well."[/color]