Snippet #1275

Arador was growing bored leaning against the tree and watching the new-comer's pathetic "battle of wits". Their quips were anything but intelligent and their constant need for weapons proved the lack the articulation needed for a verbal battle. It was really very dull. They seemed far more interested in flexing their muscles at each other than listening to Arador explains anything. Really, the people Fate Chose. What possible good these two would be in stopping the destruction of Lore'Ella was frankly beyond him.

"Are you two quite done?" Arador was losing his temper as he continued to contemplate what useless underlings he'd been dealt. "If so, I'll finish answering your questions." Sighing and running a hand through his hair Arador responded to the demon's question. "Yes, more should be coming. About two or three hopefully. They should arrive any minuet, but if it starts to grow too late we'll begin moving and they'll just have to catch up. Now, if you had been listening to the Nazi with cat ears, you would have heard me tell him that I can not divulge why you, or anyone else, are being summoned here. You will find that out when we reach Pax Castela." Slumping lower on the tree trunk, Arador blew a piece of hair out of his face. This was growing tiresome; he hoped one of the people coming out of eth rift next would provide some better conversation.