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Baulder, catacombs

"Yes, yes, grab the skiffs. We will need them, I will anyways." Baulder said as he finished placing his bedding in the pack he had been given by Tyrael for the expedition. Really his bedding was just what sheets he had on his bed folded up and put in the bag with the other items he had been given. Until Tyrael had actually told him that he would need to bring things into the Ravine Baulder was ready to go with just the demon's bane weapons he had been given after completing the lobster hunt with him. It was then descibed to him in such a way that he remembered the long trek here. Though there would be less water on the way, he wondered if there would be as much food though. John had started tasting more salty and vile as of late. Though he had also changed in more than that respect.

"Gggg-yeeee-gs, grab ssss-kiff. Fill g-yesss." John Cena managed to spit out with his very crude common. John had acquired a scarily similar likeness to Baulder himself. Though he was still mostly red skinned, his feet weren't quite like his own yet, and his hair was still an odd shade of blue he had become very much like him. When E'nasha had informed him that there was only one of him Baulder became depressed whenever he contemplated the idea. This showed in his emotional interactions with John Cena, while mutilating the demon with a new found fervor he learned something in his studies with Tyrael. Imps, like John, could be molded by their summoners through time. Baulder then concluded that he could be him. If another one of him didn't just exist he could make one. While initially there was not much progress in this area after about a month the demon began changing. While before he had tried to sculpt the demon into himself, which got him more than a few wounds, he took a different approach. He kept focusing on what he wanted to the demon to do and telling it. While he never fully gave up the physical rearrangement it did fall out of practice for the most part. Teaching the demon common was one of the more interesting things however. 

When he wasn't doing odd jobs for Tyrael he was reading up on how to teach a demon language. He found the best thing became to get John to mimic himself. While he wasn't sure entirely if he knew what any of the words he was saying actually meant Baulder was confident that if he kept using them he would get it eventually. But at the same time Baulder had to stop eating the demon for the most part as not only was his meat very salty his blood would actually dry out Baulder's mouth now. While Baulder was annoyed by this he guessed Khan did warn him. This had been where most of time had been spent in the last couple of months, so he did not have a terrible amount of gold but it was enough to go down to Underhaven every so often for a fresh uncooked lamb. "Yes fill the water on the way down." Baulder then turned back to the demon who was playing around with the muscles in his face. Baulder got a quick laugh out of this before saying. We will see you in the Inferno again, soon." Continuing to play with his Baulder sent the demon back to his home and turned back to his bag and picked it up and put it over his shoulders. He put his two blades at his sides in the sheaths that they came with and slid the extra demon bane knife he had been given into a sheath that was tied onto his back pack. 

While on his way down to the catacombs Baulder had filled up his multiple water skiffs that he had brought with him on that trek so long ago from the college water source. He even grabbed a chunk of bread to eat on the way down. He was excited to head back into the fiery hellscape again. Now that he knew what he would be looking at he hoped Tyrael would show him the fire demon again. For some reason he had not forgot her, it was something that had been in the back of his mind for all this time. Though he just hoped his clothing did not set on fire if he met the demon again. His clothing was all made of mostly cloth but he had managed to acquire some leather bracers from a caravan that had passed through last month. He also had some leather he could wrap his feet in if the terrain became particularly bad.

When he came apon the gathered students and Tyrael outside the stone gate he quickly made a beeline for his teacher. "Master Tyrael, I have a particular question. If John Cena is killed and eaten while in the Inferno how long do I have to wait for him again? To reform I mean, I haven't gotten to do much reading about the inside of the Inferno yet."
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