A silent curse reached the gods ears. The Guard Captain was trying to be respectful when he burned the bodies, something that clearly Nemrod didn't understand. The Elder may not have understood the larger creature's words, but he could tell they weren't complimentary. The old man bit back a vicious response as the beast went on.

Then it was the Healer's turn to get offended. One of the little ones pushed past the others, yelling in his alien words. Upon yelling what sounded like an order, he turned to glare at the Healer.
If looks could kill, the Healer thought,there would be a deathmatch in here.
After a short time, the short one snarled like some kind of rabid animal. The doctor happily returned the favour in a more complex, albiet no more civillised, manner. "Rendetero (Go f*** yourself)"

Finally, one of the female demons approached the duo. According to the translator, she was thanking them and apoligising for her comrades.
"My thanks, Fomorii. It's not exactly been easy" the doctor said graciously.
The Elder did not comment, but he smiled nonetheless

According to the translator, Nemrod was going back to his ship. He had left an impressive-looking female behind, it seemed.
"She looks like a Wildling on Might-of-Nine..." the Healer gasped, before realising he said it aloud. "Don't tell her I said that!" he added quickly

A few orders were given and the remainder of the Demonrexa left the room. Even the translator was about to leave until the Overseer - Biara, had he called her? - dragged him back. The Healer didn't take the hint, and stayed with the Elder - if there were two on the Demon's side, there would be two on Naqah's side.
There was a strange look in Biara's eyes, the simutaneous mix of lust and hate. It was a look the Elder had never seen before - and the medic only once before, in a Wildlings eyes. It managed to petrify and intrigue both men.

The Demonette drew her blades, and instinctively the two elves went for their weapons, the Elder drawing a sharpened dagger and the Healer drawing a small syringe filled with venom - he never went anywhere without one. She was trying to kill them!
And proptly sheathed their weapons when Biara gave her weapons to the translator. Hopefully, she didn't notice or care.
Was it just the Elder or was the Demonette trying to seduce him? She certainly seemed to be. Her voice had a sultry edge to it, and the way she said "passionate"... The old man's cheeks flared from within.
The Healer, on the other hand, ignored the tone of her voice. He had been with Shenda for long enough to get used to the strange way the beasts spoke.
"I am E-Elder Firescythe of Nir-Niraph" The Elder stumbled over his words, his blush deepening.
"And I am Healer Redissimos, of House Firescythe. A pleasure to make your aquaintance, Overseer."

The temprature seemed to shoot up a few degrees for the confused Elder, who's face soon resembled a tomato. He was now certain the creature was hitting on him.
But he couldn't. He wouldn't. At 63 years of age, the Elder was about halfway through his life. He had been married once before, with two children. He remembered the joy he felt when the Healer handed him his first daughter, the pride when she started walking, the happiness he and his wife shared when she was with child once more. He also remembered the pain he felt when his wife choked on Vryhel gasses and his daughters were kidnapped by Wildlings. The eldest would be twenty-five by now, the youngest just twenty.
He had vowed he would never lay with another woman when he got married and the marriage never officially ended. There was no "until death do you part" in Naqah - a marriage ended when the two decided to end it.
Memories of his wife steeled his resolve. The Elder's face gradually went back to its normal, pale colour.
"If it's all the same to you, Overseer" he said boldly, no longer tripping over his tongue. "I prefer to stand. And I cannot say I feel particularly tired. If you are here to speak, then speak."