[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjJkNDc4MC5Wc09tZEhScGNpQSwuMAAA/cocogoose-pro.letterpress.png[/img][/center]
[@BurningDaisies]
[hr]

Vaettir growled in annoyance when he noticed he had been played. No harm was done, but he didn't like when magic was used on him. Regardless of how insignificant it was. His growl only strained longer when he saw yet another Immortal. One he didn't have any ill will against, but not one that brightened his day. He shook his head at Astrid before replying to the woman. "[color=0076a3]I was making a deal with the witch that owns these lands. We concluded our business so she saw me out... Without my permission...[/color]"

The towering Demon Statue turned back, staring at the town in anger. The town folk didn't really mind him. Probably unafraid after seeing the power the witch had over him. If only they knew the power hidden inside him. After a few moments, he turned his gaze to the pair. While he didn't truly care, he never dropped an opportunity to talk to another. He really didn't have anything going for him right now anyway. "[color=0076a3]What brings you two here? Deals with the witch as well or simply seeking shelter. You both look, worse to wear.[/color]"

Vaettir took a seat, crossing his legs. Leaning over to properly hear them.