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To say that Ixion was dumbfounded by what happened next, after the deo’iel acknowledged their cooperation, was an understatement. It wasn’t the fact that the masked demonspawn barked orders to the innkeeper to get I’on’s order done pronto, though people who didn’t know that these were powerful members of the deo’iel would find them rude. It was what he had sensed afterwards. He felt the vibrations from the floorboards, nevermind what he was hearing from across the counter. Then, as they came, the vibrations resided without notice. The assassin noticed the cracks in the demonspawns’ eyes, so he assumed that both of them were using magic. Thoughe was uncertain on the specifics of their individual powers, he got a basic idea on what their magic was. The masked one seemingly had the ability to interact with everything that was around her, which could explain why everything that was vibrating just a moment ago. The blue-haired demonspawn’s capabilities he figured were down to supressing the magic abilities that her companion had. [i]Extraordinary,[/i] he thought, the powers giving him some questions to ponder on. The sword on his hip were now in the back of his mind, forgotten, with all this new stimuli.

Shortly as the cracks in their eyes disappeared, the innkeeper returned with I’on’s drink, clearly overwhelmed with what happened. Despite him saying that the drink was on the house, the penin still paid for the drink. Ixion thought that the first thing I’on had said was a tad brash on the sisters, but he left what was said unrebuked. He put it down to the fact that his compatriot was weary from whatever he was doing before all these events. However, as the penin walked away, he noticed the mage cast something out, the woven sigil created deliberately out of the sister’s gaze. A wave of caution would have enveloped him if not for his previous experiences while being the assassin he is in the present day. [i]I am way ahead of you on the caution,[/i] he mentally replied, keeping the mental note in mind.

His thoughts strayed when he heard the vampire mutter something. It was only when I’on had casted his sigil that he muttered something. [i]From the looks of things, he is on the point of having enough with today’s events,[/i] he concluded, though being distracted by the sigil didn’t help him catch what was said. He turned to his worried compatriot, “They have not shown us hostilities this far, it wouldn’t hurt to listen to them just a little further.” Just as he was about to follow I’on to where the doorway was, he whispers, “And from their short demonstration, I suggest in not doing something rash.” As he reached the doorway, he turns to the sisters, “Shall we?”