Artholath lifted his rather long pair of legs and crossed them on the table, observing new arrivals and their activities. Some were interesting, others were mere humans. In a place that mixed with humans, he supposed that he should be grateful. Humans seemed to die more than anything else in the universe, yet there was a fair mix of beings. He doubted they could transcend this realm of death - but then, had any of them tried it? Would the bartender personally drag them back, would an invisible wall stop them, did magic create some form of endless field, or could someone who walked dimensions simply pass through?
For his strengths, Artholath was no walker of realms. The few times he had were with the assistance of beings far more powerful than himself. In his time thus far, he picked up no conversation regarding anyone who was able to do that in this place. He wasn't the type to simply walk up and ask for a free ride, either. With the far more imposing demon bartender in the room, Artholath looked like a little cousin at best to anyone comparing the two. Such was the way of his existence, being compared to beings greater than himself.
He looked at the piddly human (
@Antioch) as she sat with another group. Yes, piddly humans were, but this one at least had the decency to speak of educating itself. Minding its place would be the next step, he mused as he watched its seemingly problematic attempt at sitting. Then again, at least it wasn't trying to pass itself off as superior as many humans did. The other human at the table (
@LChris314), on the other hand, approached it with far more confidence. The third occupant at the table (
@CandySatan) had the appearance of a proper entity, and one suited to far better company. Perhaps it was the hell mentioned by Satan, for what else could it be to have humans as equally placed patrons for the rest of time?
