Jhon, the elf, cleared his throat and licked his lips slightly, his pointed ears twitching. "If I may ask, my Lord, why do you search for the powerful Orbs?"
Trent glared wickedly at the elf, who had a calm demeanour and seemed to perpetually have half-closed eyes. Trent knew exactly why he needed all the Orbs—to survive. The goddess might be sweet, sexy, physically fragile, and incredibly warm inside, but Trent could sense she had a much meaner side. And he loved and preferred the side she showed him. He needed this life; he loved this life. 'I'd be a fool to lose it,' he thought. Ignoring the elf's question, he glanced at the devil, waiting for his input.
Stefo, the devil, acknowledged the cue to speak with an appreciative nod. "I say we have no choice but to fight. They've specifically labelled us as a threat, so instead of whining, we arm ourselves."
'Good. That's the spirit I want to see from now on.'