Sirel approached their table cautiously as the redheaded demon began to speak. “Hey, what’s with that glare? You look like you’re mad at us or something.”
“Yeah, like, we’re the friendlies here.” The dark-haired demon sat back in his chair and shrugged. “That outfit you have on looks like you were blown in by a tornado.”
Nordaal and Sirel reached the table and said nothing.
“Hi, my name is Danny.” The redheaded demon extended his right hand. Sirel remembered when she saw Mac do the same type of greeting.
Danny pointed to the female at the table, “this is Naomi,” then to the other male, “this is Marcus.”
“This is Prince Nordaal of Mikoot, and I am Captain Sirel of the Ankhourian Warriors,” she spoke with reserve.
“Wow, man, what show are your characters from?” Danny asked with a trace
