[right][h2][color=8493ca]Damien's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Stanifly][@Tlazolteotl][@DaftJive][/right]

[color=8493ca]Damien chuckled. [b]"Yeah, I guess. Not if you get [i]caught,[/i] though."[/b]

Moments later, the bar shifted. He was no longer seated at a bar, but was instead in a booth with low lighting. Leafy green vines spilled out of pots suspended from the ceiling. Damien blinked. Maybe he was sitting here the whole time and didn't notice? No, that couldn't be right...

The moth appeared with a scraggly-looking Sinner. For a second, Damien felt pity for him. The faraway look in the man's eyes was all too familiar. Scruffy and unkempt, Damien felt that this was a human he wouldn't mind sharing company with. He scooted over in the booth to make room for him. The wyrm across the table was large and took up most of his seat.

[b]"Be our guest,"[/b] he said with a lopsided smile, motioning for the human to sit down. Either this guy would be welcome company, or he would have fun watching Vicis bully him for the rest of the night.[/color]