[center][h3]Fyr[/h3][/center]

The demon was used to loud noises from the hell he had been ripped out of, but the inhabitants of that place seldomly were so... croaky. The moment the harpy showed up and presented her kind of voice, Fyr already wished for the much more dark, thunderous and guttural tones of the other demons he had come to know in his past. They would have been more relaxing to hear for sure. However the way the harpy had bumped into the glass window made was good enough for a nice laugh which Fyr did not hesitate to release on the spot.

The message was far less amusing though. Enemies on the way ? That meant they'd had both to hurry and to stay there even after the initial task had been completed. Anything else wouldn't make much sense if the farm was overrun by hostiles just a few hours later and hopefully his companions would come to the same conclusion by themselves.

And then of course there was the jungle. Softer ground and small feet were not a good combination if one had shaped one's magic into the kind of incredibly dense package of a body Fyr had. He was digging deep into the ground with every step, thereby having to waste a lot of energy just to keep up with the others who didn't have to make that many steps in the first place. On the plus side of things he had not yet heard any jokes about his slight chubbyness and, unlike some others, he did hardly have to crouch, duck or crane his neck in order to get his head into an adequate position for talking to the kobold on halfway equal terms!

[color=ff9900]"I don't like to speak of the devil, but I think that some degree of haste is in order. As far as we know enemies are on the way, so what's the issue now ?"[/color]