Meting Out - Dismissal
With the Gales added to their number, the five of them set out after a long rest.
Azalee slept a bit longer as Bowbo let her ride atop his head. It didn't seem to discomfort him at all, given his neck was wider than his skull, if he even had one. Amarena had never much looked into sloth demons... and most demons never did, for that matter.
They were too tough to kill for the same amount of mana one could get out of lesser-demons. As far as she knew, no nothrotian had ever evolved past their post-imp state, which was where Bowbo was.
Halie seemed oddly happy despite the presence of her most obstinant stalkers - though to be fair that was a relationship she had caused by delaying them for so long. She even engaged them in conversation.
"I had a daughter... over a century ago. Perhaps not as talented a mage as she wanted, but she was quite the actress, which is rare amongst giants."
"Where is she now?" Brigit asked.