Gwyndollyn, or Rahab's human guise, slouched against the bar like a regular that had just snuck out of an AA meeting. The azure eyes on the young woman glanced between each of the others as they spoke or made their appearances. Just like their eyes could see what he truly was, he too saw beyond the physical shell. Though his lighthearted, easygoing demeanor did not show it, even now he felt a sort of admiration for these creatures, these fellow exiles. Particularly the four youngest among them. Theirs were not the oldest souls in existence, that much his eyes could tell as well, but where it took him two millenia to finally realize he had the power of choice, they awoke to the realization, nigh on to the first centuries of their lives. 

[i]It was so long ago now, that the Duke barely remembered how he came into existence. He wasn't "born" as humans are, no, too fleshy, even the notion of gender sat oddly with him. He simply remembered..being, one day. Out of nothing - there he was, an entity evil to the core from its very first moment of existence. He wasn't glorious or powerful from the start, no, but he was a villain to his very core, all he knew was war and death, and how he reveled in it. It took this mighty Duke of Hell nearly two thousand years to understand the notion of freedom, of choice. But that's how it went, wasn't it? The older generations learn slower. He'd raise his blade in their defense, he thought - they'd already become more than they were created to be, just like him. They deserved to live, to test the limits of their own power to choose. One thing he bemoaned was how sappy his thoughts sounded sometimes - very unfitting for a one-time lord of Hell.[/i]

And snapping out of her internal contemplations at the mention of imp ribs, the young woman seemed conflicted as her eyes landed on those delectable giblets. They had such a nice, reddish-brown hue to them. Chances are, it was one of her one-time minions, too.

[b]"Oh, no, I couldn't. Cannibalism disagrees with me. Gives me gas, you know?"[/b] she waved a hand dismissively and slouched back onto the bar [b]"I'll just help myself to a coke, could use something bubbly before we're sent on a suicide mission."[/b]

The young woman hopped off the stool and languidly stepped around behind the bar, absently raising her voice to the newest arrivals. 

[b]"Sit yourselves down, then. The party's still technically going."[/b] her head peeked up from behind the counter as she crouched [b]"Chances are we have a few moments to get acquainted before we have to add more of our colleagues and relatives to the barbeque over there."[/b]