Interacting With: [@Martian] [@Moon Man]

The lesser demon immediately stepped in front of the camouflaged Spore. [color=FFBF00][i]I can smell you coming...[/i][/color] Dylirius thought in disgust, as he turned around to face the sword-wielding stranger. With his impulsive actions, likely to be perceived as defensive by the swordsman. From the way Dylirius presented himself, in his equally brazen approach toward the battle-savvy Bullywug. Especially, since he didn’t seem to have any visible weapon. Nor did his paws ever reach for the satchel that was carried on his backside. Being able to see the cat’s scrutinizing eyes and relaxed stance. Both suggesting that he relied heavily on his excellent agility and reflexes. Because how else could one interpret the friendly smile that Dylirius displayed shortly thereafter? 

[b]Either the medicine man believed that he could outrun a warrior—or he was simply unafraid of injury or death.[/b] At least, that was Dylirius’ best assumption of what was going through the foul-smelling toad’s head. Soon-to-be reminded of why he was frequently grinding and chewing on various pieces of fragrant herbs or flower petals. Not saying anything about how many times he bathed, in order to keep the Everdark’s stenches off of him. But there were still certain odors that his sensitive nostrils adjusted to quicker, and therefore tolerated much better than others. So sure, it might’ve seemed strange to be unaffected by the death and decay surrounding him. [b]However, nothing was worse than the cruel scent of freshly-eaten meat guts.[/b]

Though he tried his damndest to appear friendly regardless. [color=FFBF00]“Oh, I don’t require true payment from my fellow Everdark dwellers.”[/color] Dylirius declared in an upbeat tone. Sounding delighted to advertise himself to others—since he was very likely one of the newest creatures within the Everdark. Only known by anyone else here, for his effective treatments and boundless generosity. [b]And he intended to keep it that way.[/b] 

[color=FFBF00]“Name’s, Dylirius.”[/color] The demon greeted, while briefly tipping his oversized hat toward the Bullywug. [color=FFBF00]“And yes, I can provide you with that substance.”[/color] Dylirius confirmed, without as much build up as he was used to giving. Just in case his armed customer wasn’t so patient. [color=FFBF00]“But I don’t have those precise ingredients on me now. So you’d have to wait here for a moment, and let me work.”[/color] Dylirius offered, with his paw casually extended. Not minding whether he had his hand shaken or not. [color=FFBF00]“But I assure you that it would be most worth the wait. Sir-”[/color] Dylirius appealed with a pause, to get the stranger’s name. Using the prefix out of belief that his ilk would feel slighted, if it wasn’t used. [b]Since the human knights were always obsessed over their worthless titles.[/b]