Dalen let out a single hearty laugh, then the feeling of slight amusement disappeared. His gaze drooped to the floor, and he plopped himself down onto a spare bed and sighed.
"Well, no. But I reckon that this town isn't important to them, and they're busy with other things to bother attacking us. But I think..."
The old man paused. His hand went to his chin. Whatever he was thinking, he clearly was re-evaluating it. Adell cocked his head. Dalen was quite the strategist; at least, he was much better than a demon that couldn't protect his homeland.
Dalen looked up from his thoughts, his expression hardening. "They're a small group, I wager. Take them out, and send a fake message to any so-called chain-of-command they have that Widds is under control. We're too out of the way for them to check, and they won't ever need us."
Adell's eyes didn't change, but the silence from him showed his shock all the same. He stuttered as he tried to speak, the words coming out faster than his brain could wrap itself around Dalen's plans.
"I'm not fucking suicidal, and I'm not that good by myself!"
Dalen gave another knowing look towards Terra, and then looked back at the demon lad. A smile crept up his face, at the same time Adell imagined a serpent made of ice crawling up his spine.
"Don't go alone."