The disturbing sound of demon conversation was one that Sandy had semi-trained herself to block out. It was quite hard to do so, considering how chillingly eerie it sounded. But it gave her some time to think about Armag's outburst.

"Did he?" She mused, tapping her chin. "Or did we accidentally go to him? Ahh, now lad. Perhaps this is fate..? What does he want with ye, anyway?"

"I don't care what he wants with me or from me," Armag fumed. "Whatever it is, I'm not giving it to him. My place is here on this ship, not with somebody who didn't show up in my life until the very last minute."

He turned and disappeared into the downstairs of the ship, the door slamming behind him.

"Well, well," Simon sighed, not looking the least bit surprised. "That went well, didn't it?"

Sandy frowned at the slammed door, then sighed at Simon's all-too-true (as always, she admitted begrudgingly) words.

"That just leaves us with a problem. If Armag won't talk to him or even translate...what do we do with uhh..." She looked to the demon left in the room with them, and tried to squash the great unease in her stomach and un-tense the muscles that itched to bolt or grab her daggers.

Why is he being so mild-mannered? Could demons even be that?

She cleared her throat in frustration. "At any rate, how d'we get anythin' outta him anyway? You understand us, uh...sir?" She directed the last question at the demon.

"Didn't the lad have a book of his own language lying about somewhere?" Simon wondered out loud.

"As in...some kind of teaching tool so that he could read Demonic words as well as speak them? Perhaps that may be of some use to us all."

"Did 'e have one of those?" Sandy blinked back, already rummaging around Armag's things shamelessly. She peeked over her shoulder at the too-docile-to-believe demon.

"Uhh. Just...stay there, aye. We'll find sumthin' for ya." Then she looked over to Scribe. "OIY! Well don't just stand there all pretty-like, how about givin' me a hand?"

"It's probably in Armag's possession still, though," Simon muttered, already feeling his hands start to sweat out of pure nerves. He didn't know which situation was worse--dealing with a live, fully-grown demon; or dealing with a former demon/almost-fully grown Human boy. In either case, he was going to have a lot to deal with!

"Which one of us should go down and try to convince him to let us borrow it? You, or me?"

Sandy looked between the tame-as-a-bunny demon, and the door from which Armag had stormed.

"Uhh. I can't exactly read. So I guess books are yer specialty." Sandy looked to the old demon and frowned.

"Now it's just what to do with ya. Armag could figure it out real quick after he first got here. You SURE ya don't know nothin' about human talk?"

"As you wish," Simon acknowledged, bowing slightly and opening the door before disappearing into the dark halls below. "I just hope he's in a better mood by the time I get there..."

Wyddag glanced between the tall Not-man in front of him to the much smaller Not-man somewhere at his right, from which he got a little nod and a gesture to go ahead. He might not have learned the entire language from her, but he had managed to put together a few words once or twice. The only problem was, would these Humans understand him?

He took a long, slow breath, exhaled, and finally mumbled, "Is...a...rimited?"

Sandy yelped and her daggers flashed out reflexively. He... HE CAN TALK!

Sandy stared, realized it wasn't hostile, then slid her daggers back with a sheepish grin.

"M'sorry. Y'wot? Rimited? What's that?"

"Rimited is...is not very much?"

"Oh...LIMITED. That's...that's GOOD! Limited is something." Sandy shuffled her feet uneasily, happy and unnerved at the same time. Great, he understands some, but this means this one is quick. And if things don't turn out upside, that probably means this ship could capsize.

"If...yer can," Sandy decided to wing it and go for point blank. "Why are ya lookin' for Armag?" She asked, slowly.

"Be...Because they say to me...Armag not here any more. They say Armag die...Four years, I see they all riars. Armag right here, yes?"

Upon reflection, what the demons had told Wyddag would be quite true. Yes, Armag was here, but Sandy could see how he would be 'dead' at the same time.

"Yes, Armag's here. But he's," She made little horns in her head with her fingers, "Not a demon anymore. He's human," She pat her chest, "Like me."

A small pause later brought a question to her lips. "What will you say to Armag," She pointed out the door, "when you see him? He does not look happy to see you.."

Wyddag followed her every word up to the point that she mentioned the words 'Human like me'. After that, as tough as he usually was around strangers, he had to admit this rendered him at a loss for words.

"Hu-man...how?" He asked, scowling a little over his incomplete knowledge of the Standard language.


~~Below decks...~~

"Armag?"

Knock, knock, knock.

"Go away, Scribe."

"Armag, I know you're in there. Can you stop hiding from the rest of the ship and talk something over with me a moment?"