Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
"Kill me and my father will know," the boy dared back, eyes glowing red. Clearly intimidating tactics. "Demons always know who a demon was killed by." Complete bullshit, but Grayson was running with the thought that maybe the man did not know much of anything about demons.
"That only works if the person cares, you may be surprised to find that I do not run from death. I do not find it scary little one. It is no bother to me if I ended up dying, so run along now." Note to self, next time just keep sleeping when a small child breaths in your ear.
Grayson looked disappointed. "I don't know anywhere else he could be, or where I could look for him...How about at least to the center of the city, the castle isn't far from there...I don't think at least."
"Center of town it is then." he pushed himself off the wall and started walking through the alleys. They were like a new road in the dark however, he wasn't even sure if he was heading the right way.
Grayson smiled, happy at least to get a bit of his way, as he followed the man. "I'm Grayson...Grayson Grace. What's your name?" he asked as he followed close behind the mercenary.
"Delliks, your dad work at the castle?" he asked, he wasn't enjoying the walk...he was tired, tired, and tired, and he didn't want to be walking some brat around.
"Uhuh, he's a knight!" Grayson spoke proudly and happily, standing a little bit taller. Though Walter truly was no man to really honor, Grayson looked up to him fully.
"Not at all! Who was your grandfather?" Grayson's grin grew wider as he began walking next to Delliks, looking up at him as he awaited to hear what his grandfather did. Was he a mere servant? A guard? A knight?
"Sages are wise old men, that meant he'd have to be over fifty. He would be over a HUNDRED right now!" Grayson opened his arms wide, eyes almost as big. "And unless he had his kid very old, and his kid had YOU very old, then that would mean YOU would have to be old!"
"No," he chuckled, "He wasn't an old sage, he was a young sage. The youngest ever. He was as smart as you could imagine. He would only be about eighty now."