[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dd0461de-8cb3-42c1-9c8b-1f4609b78398.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: 
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center][hr][hr]

[Color=6666FF]”Escort her? I…what was the verdict?”[/color] Demi couldn't help but feel pity for Leandra. A sorrow for the first kind person he had met back at New Rome before it was destroyed. A part of him wondered if he should deliver this news to Em and Marco. Was it even his place to? He wasn't Roman. He realized his brows had furrowed both in deep thought and discontent with his own thoughts. He tried to relax a bit more, putting on a pseudo smile. [Color=6666FF]”Need a hand? I'm sure a kid of the Big Three and a God could handle escorting Leandra as well.”[/color]

Demetri doubted they'd take him up on his offer. Nancy already…disliked wasn't the right word for it, so much as she didn't care. Having him around would seem more like a nuisance than anything, doubly so for the particular God who would be accompanying. So he'd have to settle for waiting for Zeke to finish his errands, then more than likely spend more time talking to Nancy about her feelings on the matter and what not, then more so about Mads and their inevitable meeting at Central Park, so…it looked like his day with Zeke wouldn't start till late day. He tried hard not to sigh at the thought out loud.