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"Now now Sarrai'a, when I called her angel I was being metaphoric."
"Ah... Sky. Fitting, as your eyes are as boundlessly blue as a midsummer's day."

A gentle breeze blew through the trees, lightly jostling Drek's hair as he looks up at the woman with a gentle expression in his eyes.

"I am delighted to make your acquaintance."
"Ah, an angel walks among us."

Drek kneels and takes the woman's hand in his own.

"I am Drekven Emmerich. To whom do I owe the pleasure of being able to gaze upon such beauty?"
Drek notices the string the of squirrels that Caelus is carrying.

"How fresh is that meat? When we get back to the guild I have a divine recipe for a squirrel stew that my cook from the Viridian Isles gave me if you would like to try it."

Drek acknowledges Sarrai'a's apology with a nod of his head and a smile.

"It's quite alright dear, what do you think about squirrel stew?"
"I'll be sure to give you my good side."

Drekk steps to the other side of Sarrai'a so that she can see his good side.
Drek laughs once again.

"Now now," He waggles a finger at her. "we've all got our own little secrets. Maybe we should get to know each other better first."

He flashes a coy grin.
Drek holds out his arms to his sides and lets out a loud haughty laugh. He smiles and looks Sarria'a dead in the face.

"Isn't it obvious? Why does anyone make a pact with a demon?"
"Why..."

Drek casually flips his axe into the air and attempts to catch it single handed, but it falls to the ground next to him and rattles as it's motion comes to a stop.

"... Yes I am."

Drek winks and shoots a finger gun at Sarrai'a.
Drek came after holding his axe over his shoulder in an attempt to look cool.
"well as a matter of fact..."

With a flip of his cloak Drek stands up off the stump. He holds out his hands and a purple energy forms around them. At first the energy ripples uncontrollably, but then it settles into the shape of a thin rod. Drek holds the rod in one hand and waves the other over the end of the rod, forming a curved sharp head. Then with a snap of his fingers the energy dissipates and leaves behind a simple steel axe in Drek's hand.

"This should be well enough for our purposes right?"
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