[h3][center]Everton[/center][/h3]

"Blasted daemons...." a gruff voice said as he looked at the aftermath of the fight in the inn. He slowly made his way over to the different corpses and inspected them for damages. A greater daemon indeed. The damage to the hunters was substantial but he could also tell that they had dealt some damage back to the daemon. The slightly different blood told him all he needed to know. The daemon had been hurt, more than just the spell the innkeeper had used. This was good. But it was also terrifying to him. The daemon had been able to subdue all of these hunters, got injured, and kept going and ran away. 

No matter though, the purgation squad was already here. Good fortune was that they had been just a few minutes out of town. "Gentlemen, and My Lady," he said and bowed slightly towards the heavily armoured group that walked into the inn. "The mark is on the daemon," he said as the innkeeper walked over and handed them a stone that shone bright on one side. 

"Go and get that bastard, most of these hunters were my close friends." The lead woman nodded and accepted the stone before signaling for the squad to move out. Now, there was nowhere for the daemon to hide. He would be found, sooner or later.

[h3][center]Bradles Worth[/center][/h3]

The old man sobbed and sighed. He knew that either he was going to die and perhaps have a chance to see his daughter again. They could flee once she was back. Hide from the Underhanded. Somewhere far, far away from here. Or he was going to do what he was told and help them in their dealings. Neither was very promising for his or his family's health. "They want me to act as a safehouse. To provide a safe haven, an outpost for their activities. I refused. Once you let one in, they'll take it all soon enough. But I don't see any other options at this point... And I know of your reputation, even though I can't see, Underhanded. I guess you're not as unified as it seems." 

His voice was tired, but had a little bit of fire in it. "Please....keep my family safe, save my stolen daughter if possible. I'll give in to your demands, whatever they might be, as long as they are safeguarded. I'd stake my life on it under oath spell." The old man slumped down and placed his head in his hands. "Tell your brethren that I agree to their terms.."