Nuala on the other hand, was remembered being someone who minded her business and was always back here watching the Guild Hall. When he noticed her entry on the building, he walked from his spot, passing by Achlyss and assumed a spot near her to conversate — lighting a cigarette in his mouth.
Erebus could be interpreted as unruly and rude for lighting up tobacco around a lady, but since he didn’t differentiate her as any different from a man or a woman, and more so a monster in pretty female skin; he kept it as real as he would with any of the boys. Despite that, he still took a slight bow when he addressed her, snapping the zippo lighter closed and smiling behind a scruff patch of facial hair. “All good things with you I’d imagine. It’s been— what? Six months since I was here. Everything holding up fine?” He asked her. Curious as to what she specifically had been up too, and interested in part with his own plans and her potential aide— he drived a carefree approach.
Erebus was an enigma in the fact he rarely did ask for assistance in his work, but he was fairly sure Nuala spent her time at the guild. Perhaps they could talk about making some money on a quest or two, but that wasn’t the main intention in speaking to her. She was one of the very last guildmates who enlisted into Odin’s family. A fellow S-rank threat and, like himself in the past, a master Rogue. Perhaps it was in that, that Erebus took to friendship with this daemon. Whatever the case, he was no racist to non-humans and appreciated their company more, he found more humanity in Odin than he ever did in the Rune Knights— a lifeless entity, with more humanity. Irony. The majority of his other guildies were undead vampyres or harnessing demonic assets of some kind as well.
Compared to everyone else, Erebus was merely a human. Simply a wanted Outlaw, always chasing his time. Perhaps Erebus found good company around them in a strange way. Like a bunch of innocent people, simply hated for surviving on the life and mercy of their unnatural lifestyles and disorders. Erebus knew not many things of the girl, but that she was allegedly from the Abyss. Somewhere Zagan sent Erebus too— while it was merely a second in this world, it was a decade there. And on top of that, he was curious how she got out.
He was even more curious how Zane seemed to get in after being gone for two years, and if two people had reached Hell and climbed out, surely there was something there worth stealing. That would be a good topic to discuss with her, assuming she didn’t completely ignore his greeting.
“It looks like for the first time ever, all of us are in one place. Kind of scary, imagine what everyone here could do in one combined wave.” Erebus paused, tilting his head while his eyes furrowed in thought and he turned to look at the others. “I wonder if we’ll ever see that happen.” Erebus grumbled. Admittedly, he was upset that his last Bishop was two years ago. He desired to hunt them, and found it stagnating to spend a year in jail simply to funnel out criminals as army fodder. Yet, without them... How the hell was he going to fix that fucking Fountain downstairs. Erebus couldn’t bother to maintenance this place, it had 100 floors and everyone else seemed negligent of that kind of work.