"Brought you?" The man laughed, his voice tight briefly, before sounding amused-- almost taunting. His gaze slid over Richard, entertained by his anger as much as he ought to be offended. Lingering, however briefly, on the way that Laele was tugged back, placed half behind his leg. Her small hand grasped at him but she hid there-- she tried to be a good listener, even when she thought differently, she trusted him, and he seemed to not like this new person at all. Though Laele could swear he smelt like spun sugar or perhaps caramel. She wasn't sure, but something about him was unusual, in a way most humans had never been. "I did no such thing."
He waved a hand, letting it linger outward and in an instant, a drink was placed into his palm. a heavy-looking drink. It looked like wine but moved slower, much more viscous. "It seems you... Daughter--" The word was bit out, almost challengingly, "-- lead you here. Of course, our kind always seems to find it's way home." A puff of a laugh as he took a sip, resting casually despite his threatening posture. "I simply saw fit to invite you to the party, it would be a shame if you were left waiting, wouldn't it?" As if Laele wouldn't have come back for him-- no doubt she would. But she didn't say anything, instead hiding timidly behind him.
The slime however, seemed to really enjoy the touch, leaning into it. Though it seemed to love most any stimuli. It seemed to already be having a bit of fun, getting attention, though there was no missing the occasional glances toward Laele and Richard, waiting for the outcome of whatever was happening.
"So why not enjoy us, it's rare we let a human into our parties, and from what I've heard... Well, perhaps you'd owe us the kindness seeing as..." His gaze traveled over Richard's armor, inspecting him. "You have been hunting in my forest." A hushed little murmur, but he just took another drink. "We've come to celebrate the moon, have a drink."
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He waved a hand, letting it linger outward and in an instant, a drink was placed into his palm. a heavy-looking drink. It looked like wine but moved slower, much more viscous. "It seems you... Daughter--" The word was bit out, almost challengingly, "-- lead you here. Of course, our kind always seems to find it's way home." A puff of a laugh as he took a sip, resting casually despite his threatening posture. "I simply saw fit to invite you to the party, it would be a shame if you were left waiting, wouldn't it?" As if Laele wouldn't have come back for him-- no doubt she would. But she didn't say anything, instead hiding timidly behind him.
The slime however, seemed to really enjoy the touch, leaning into it. Though it seemed to love most any stimuli. It seemed to already be having a bit of fun, getting attention, though there was no missing the occasional glances toward Laele and Richard, waiting for the outcome of whatever was happening.
"So why not enjoy us, it's rare we let a human into our parties, and from what I've heard... Well, perhaps you'd owe us the kindness seeing as..." His gaze traveled over Richard's armor, inspecting him. "You have been hunting in my forest." A hushed little murmur, but he just took another drink. "We've come to celebrate the moon, have a drink."