[h2]Astaroth Quintus[/h2]

Astaroth's timing had proven to be poor- just as he had attempted to speak with the candidate, others showed up as if out of nowhere and uncouthly confronted the candidate.  Astaroth rolled his eyes in disapproval beneath his mask; they couldn't have made a worse first impression if they had deliberately tried.  [i]Have these fools ever encountered a demon of prestige in their entire lives?  Even as a sorcerer's apprentice in the human lands, I knew better than to speak with such disrespect![/i]

At the same time however, the candidate seemed to take it well, having handled the child's outburst quite diplomatically.  It wasn't nearly enough to conclusively convey what sort of demon this Dengran Minsau was, but it cast a decent first impression upon Astaroth.  He did not know enough about the candidate or about about nation-building to know if Dengran's promises were empty or not, but Astaroth was willing to give it a shot, just as his own master did for him.

"My lord, I am Astaroth Quintus, a sorerer and ritualist," he spoke up, bowing his head in respect.  "I am not from Avici, but I have resided here long enough that I can guide you to what passes for a town hall."  It wasn't exactly a feat to be able to navigate a town such as this, but he wanted to make himself useful to Dengran.