[ Iruma is no stranger to being spirited away, and his ability to sense danger is working overtime when he finally makes his way through the moss and into the marketplace. Even if he knew proper magic to help himself out, his ring has no charge; it's a useless trinket.

(a) At first, he tries to use spare change in his pocket to procure a skewer of "meat." The merchant finally relents and hands one over. He devours it in one bite.

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(b) "I'm very sorry!" Iruma apologizes as he grabs a cloak and makes a run for it, change already spent on his bizarre snack. He slams directly into you, because that's how things really do be sometimes.

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(c) "A Witch?" he asks a large turnskin propositioning him. "No, I'm a-- a demon."

He's lying, and maybe they can sense it, maybe they can't. But he's from the netherworld now, and that's what he's going to pretend to be until he's sure humans won't be eaten on sight.

"Bonding? You mean like... becoming friends? I- I wouldn't mind, I guess..." ]

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