(omerta - I totally forgot where I was going with the whole message from beyond.)

Asmod was perfectly willing to oblige the hybrid. "A relative of yours has a message, I believe it is one of your parents maybe? Could even be another female relative. Did you want to hear the message?" Asmod asked. His raven sat on his lap and he was quite content stroking the raven, the raven had its eyes half closed in bliss.

To Ari he asked "Oh Ari, She can stay can't she?"

Turning his attention back to Je'nai "Your name is Je'nai, yes? So many new names and face when I barely remember my own."

Back to Ari "Basically yes."

Asmod hated T'vor after what he said to the young lass. She certainly didn't need to be spoken to like that. Besides sometimes people might want to take comfort in small things like the outward appearance of onself when eveything else was going to Chaos, or they were lost and without a home, like now. Asmod thought Je'nai's services would probably be in higher demand than the Dragonic warrior thought.

Clearly while good in some situations, it appeared the Angel leader was otherwise useless. Her equal, if she was indeed a General, it seemed was of far higher caliber than the seemingly feather brained and apparently nervous woman. Azurael had not made a good first impression on Asmod. She had seemed alright in the first few minutes but it seemed painfully obvious to Asmod that Azurael was in too deep for her comfort ans was floundering. Asmid could only hope to discover otherwise, but he decided not to hold his hopes too high.

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Azurael looked at T'vor and began walking beside him. She mulled it over for a few minutes before speaking up. "Grim got me to admit it, and I am certain it is not appropiate, but I am falling for you T'vor." Azurael looked up at the demon, a tenderness and gentleness in her eyes she reserved for no one else.
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Anuriel could be heard grumbling quietly and good naturedly away to herself in the kitchen. "Exactly how many mouths do they expect me to feed. Another arrival, another mouth. Never mind, I know exactly how many people are in camp."

News of Asmod's arrival had spread quickly, reaching the kitchen almost instantly. Well not quite, but thw news got thwre pretty fast. It had to, every one passed by the kitchen in what seemed like a never ending stream all day.

An almost sibilant, somewhat throaty odd sounding bunch of laughter could be heard in response to her grumbling. She had employed the young dragons as kitchen hands. Work they were happy to do so long as they got a little snack every so often.

Damien was busy washing up dishes as they were returned by the never ending stream of people.