Demon...? the girl thought to herself with a shudder. Demons had been relegated to the musty pages of history books...hadn't they? Still, the way the man had swigged down all that alcohol like it was water spoke volumes about his clearly inhuman fortitude. As she listened to the conversation between him and the quite articulate girl next to him, she began to worry for the girl--consorting with demons could never be a good thing. When they started for the castle, she decided to follow, against her usual (and, admittedly, better) judgment of staying away from administrative areas.

"W-wait!" she called out to Faide, running towards the girl and the "demon" as the iron gates to the castle opened. All too late, she realized that she had absolutely no excuse for getting into the castle, for she certainly could not reveal her true identity, and she was caught with no time to fabricate information--something she despised doing anyway, and at any rate she didn't have any documentation to back it up. That was what life on the road did to you, she thought.