Azmun glanced at the two humans Iabor pointed out to him. Only after a brief look he returned his gaze to the white knight [b]"Never seen them around here before...and I've been around for quite a while."[/b] Azmun was contracted a few years ago, though it was not the first time. He was summoned plenty of times before, sometimes for revenge, other times for defense but every time he was summoned for war and battle and couldn't care less about the context. This time was no exception and he has long gotten used to remain under the power of the Contract for so long. He still recalled how he was Contracted into the service he is now as well as the conditions of his Contract. Though he considered them a bit excessive he supposed they were necessary, humans can be quite squishy and easy to burn sometimes. Azmun chuckled lightly to himself and glanced once more in the direction of those two humans. He took a quick breath through his nose and then muttered [b]"Green"[/b] he then turned his gaze back at Iabor [b]"I doubt they've ever been in a real live battle. Those two ought to be so green they probably piss grass."[/b] A small wicked grin then made its presence known on his face [b]"I'm actually a bit curious to see how they would do if say...someone were to behave..."[/b] he placed one hand on the pommel of one of his sheathed swords [b]"..unfriendly.."[/b] he finished hinting to a malicious intention. 

Azumn waited a few seconds just to see Iado's reaction before he chuckled lightly [b]"Just kidding. Relax, my Contract doesn't permit me to kill..or even grievously harm others while in these Headquarters...unless ordered to, of course."[/b] Both their attentions shifted to the door to the room suddenly opening, behind they saw Herunes, another daemon Azmun was familiar with. He respected him, but didn't care much for his mind tricks or his sense of fashion, why wear something unless it helps you fight better? It just didn't make sense to him. Regardless, it isn't his place to judge and chose which of his brethren come into service. His role is to kill and is happy with that. The group of people soon passed through the door and one could hear Alastair's shout of closing the door. Azumn shut the door behind him as he was the last one to enter. Each of the people soon found themselves seats at the large table and so did Azmun, seating himself between Iabor and an empty seat. The daemon then looked at the Master of Contracts,[i] So this is one of the big-shots around here huh?[/i] an obviously old man in fancy robes with a mask, not very intimidating if judged by appearance but to those with the senses to feel it, he was just oozing with the magical energies of a powerful Warlock.[i] Not bad...[/i] Azmun ultimately judged. 

After a few moments of silent wait, Azmun sighed and spoke up [b]"I assume we are still waiting for someone to arrive?"[/b] he said as he glanced over the empty seats around.