*Lecter notices the glances, and guesses at what they're for*
*Mostly assumes it's because of Karma, but also guesses that she's wondering about Hanna's sake, because the two are obviously close*

*Jillian frowns at Iris for a moment, then quickly brings back her warm smile.*
Jillian: Is something wrong?
*Follows her gaze, and whispers.*
Jillian: Does Lecter bother you? He seems rather nice.

----
*John keeps his frown.*
John: Uh...huh... so... a god. Never met a god.
*He finishes his glass.*
John: What are "Elders" then..

*Iris speaks back in her lowered tone*
Iris: He... took Hanna for questioning, she came back okay but I'm still worried... He seemed nice enough, but I can't shake some feeling that something's up...
*She shakes her head worriedly and looks down at the sleeping Hanna*

*Silvan's up-until-now forgotten body quivers on the ground*

*Horus chuckles again*
Horus: Not technically speaking, but again, worshipped as one.
*He sips his drink for a moment before giving a brief rundown of what Elders are. That being a race older than humanity who often rule from the shadows and who were worshipped as gods by less civilized nations*
Horus: Many of us still play roles in the world from behind the scenes. For example, if you've ever heard of a man named Napoleon Bonaparte, a Elder by the name of Nike helped him to win many battles, she implored her friend Damos, the spirit of terror into making his foes afraid and flee in battle. We've influenced many throughout the world, from Queen Victoria to Stan Lee

*Mergoux limps from her room towards the kitchen, still injured from the leg-stab*

*Lecter sees Mergoux limp off, and he frowns slightly*
*The Devil Hunter waits a moment before following after her into the kitchen*
Lecter: How are you healing?

*Mergoux grabs herself a bit of food and sinks into a chair*
Mergoux: M'fine... Just hurts. It's stiff. I should soak it later.
*She looks slightly suspiciously at Lecter from under her helmet, not used to people caring about her health*

*Silvan's blood is blackening*

*Lecter nods, and frowns inwardly at her expression*
Lecter: You don't need to be a stranger. I feel partially responsible for your injuries, I could have done more.

*Mergoux's permanent frown increases in intensity*
Mergoux: No, don't blame yourself. Blame whoever sent those men, and the Devil who animated those bodies.

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: I blame them more than anyone. But I can still improve my skills, to prevent unnecessary casualties. Now, what can you tell me about that Devil?

*Jillian nods.*
Jillian: Yeah... Hanna was acting strange he said.
*She tilts her head to Iris, and studies her.*
Jillian: She... isn't human.. is she?

---
*John nods.*
John: I have heard of Napoleon, long dead general or something...
*He chuckles.*
John: Well... worlds different now.. to say the least.

*Mergoux glowers for a long time, then pulls a bottle of alcohol with a label Lecter can't read from her bag*
*She grabs a pair of glasses, pours and pushes one towards Lecter*
Mergoux: He's... a devil... Name's Tiaz, he was a slaver up North, kept a secret base deep in the mountains where he bought and sold slaves of all purposes, farming, building, general labour.. and pleasure...
*She shudders involuntarily*
Mergoux: That all stopped when I came in with a group of knights from The Order of the Setting Sun. They killed the slavers and rescued the slaves, but apparently that... devil had been practicing forbidden magicks. Necromancy. He raised his dead men back to life, and while we fought them off again, he escaped. I haven't seen him since, but he's sent me messages, always telling me that he's watching...

*Iris hesitates then shakes her head*
Iris: She's is... but she's more. It's a long story, and not mine to tell

*Horus nods and grunt in agreement as he drinks*
Horus: Aye, that's true.
*He finishes his bottle and stands, seemingly unaffected by drinking an entire bottle of bourbon.*
Horus: I'm going to retire for the night. You have yourself a good one John

*Lecter nods and briefly examines the drink before taking a swig*
Lecter: Sounds like you did the world a favor. But if he is around here, then I would be willing to see him destroyed.

*Mergoux nods*
Mergoux: I can't go at him alone... even if I could find him...
*She shakes her head in frustration*
Mergoux: He's a devil in the shadows, and it seems like his only goal is to seek revenge on me and those who helped me stop him... I've put a few other forts to the flame, but he's never been there. I've not seen his hide in over 50 years...

*Lecter sighs and finishes his glass*
Lecter: I know the feeling. I have my own... prey, as you put it.
*raises an eyebrow and gives Merg a sidelong glance*
Lecter: You hardly look fifty, let alone over it. If you don't mind me asking, what's your heritage? No Devils, but humans don't age so slowly.

*Mergoux curses herself mentally, realizing her carelessness*
Mergoux: I- It's complicated...
*Tries to dodge the question*
Mergoux: What do you hunt?

*Jillian shrugs.*
Jillian: As you say, I won't pry.
*She sighs.*
Jillian: So what are you then? If I can ask.

---
*John nods.*
John: Take care.
*Keeps drinking his drink.*

*Lecter shrugs*
Lecter: Devils. It's my title. And I'm sure that it can be explained.
*The Devil Hunter smiles slightly*
Lecter: There's no reason to hide it, if that's what you're worried about. Better to say it now, than to worry on it being discovered.

*Iris smiles kindly*
Iris: Oh ask away, I don't mind.
*She explains basically the same as Horus, except using the example of Scatach the Shadow rescuing Joan of Arc from being burnt at the stake as the example of how Elders have influenced humanity, as she personally loves the story*

*Horus walks up behind her and squeezes her shoulders*
Horus: I'm going to hit the hey love, don't worry about waking me when you come
*Iris nods and smiles as Horus shuffles off to bed*

*Mergoux narrows her eyes distrustfully, but knows this is her own fault. She sighs in defeat and takes off her helmet, revealing her long, pointed, heavily pierced ears.*
Mergoux: I'm a Half-Elf... the result of a union between a Elf and Human...

*Lecter nods*
Lecter: I... had a feeling you weren't quite human. But the specifics, I could never tell.
*Lecter leans forwards slightly*
Lecter: If you don't mind me asking, do these Elves... do they live in trees? Like the old stories and fantasies say?

*Mergoux glares at Lecter, not quite sure if he's kidding or not*
Mergoux: My mother was a Meadow Elf, there are Wood-Elves, but as far as I know, there aren't any elves who make houses out of tress, or houses in trees. What ever your stories are, they're wrong.
*She jams her helmet back onto her head and stands up*
Mergoux: I'm going to bed. If you want, we can talk about hunting the slaver in the morning.
*She walks off without so much as a "goodnight"*

*Silvan's body is gone*

*After a of explaining and answering questions Iris yawns sleepily*
Iris: Hm... I should probably get some rest.. Goodnight Jillian!
*She waves cheerily, gently lifts Hanna up and places the girl in her room before going to join Horus in her own room*

*Lecter half smirks at Merg's glare, and nods to her response*
Lecter: Interesting. Most stories I've heard always had them living in trees. I will keep in mind that they are wrong. And goodnight Mergoux, rest well.
*The Devil Hunter sighs as she walks away*
Lecter: Guess hybrids aren't so rare anymore. Not that she seems proud of her heritage.
*He shrugs and steps outside to get some air*