TomLeViking
Call me Tom; or don't
An unknown voice suddenly broke into their conversation. It was weathered yet loud and imposing;
"So... two renegades and a demon set out to kill a being of immense power, unsure of their company or their strategy. Seems to me you're trying to redefine the phrase 'Fool's Errand'" The voice was that of the old man in dark robes. He had his head down and only his beard was visible from under his hood as he sat in a shadowy corner of the inn.
He laughed at his own joke before continuing;
"I recommend you gather yourselves an army, boys. Only trouble can come of your misadventures." He finished, and waited for a response - though he did not expect a friendly one.
"So... two renegades and a demon set out to kill a being of immense power, unsure of their company or their strategy. Seems to me you're trying to redefine the phrase 'Fool's Errand'" The voice was that of the old man in dark robes. He had his head down and only his beard was visible from under his hood as he sat in a shadowy corner of the inn.
He laughed at his own joke before continuing;
"I recommend you gather yourselves an army, boys. Only trouble can come of your misadventures." He finished, and waited for a response - though he did not expect a friendly one.