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Razeil was drifting on the edge of sleep, when the rattle of a chain awoke him. He looked up at the demon, and smiled, trying to appear harmless though he knew the demon would be scared. He did just wake up in a strange place with a strange man. He held up his hands to show he was unarmed, and wasn't going to hurt him. The demon looked at him thoughtfully before he spoke. He reconized a few words, but his Drow was rusty. The only time he practice Drow was when his mother made him, but since she died seven years ago, he stopped learning it. Then the demon spoke in english, and he raised an eyebrow.
"I saved you because you were dying. I can't just sit back and watch while people die, even if you are what you are." He wanted to get closer to him to see if the wounds he had healed were okay, or if he was in pain, but he was afraid that if he got too close, he would be attack, though taking a closer look at the demon, he debated weather or not he would be capable. He was a little on the small side, but he couldn't help but think that he was attractive. "I'm Razeil Deqante. I'm a cleric. That's how I saved you." He paused before going on. "Do you mind telling me what happened to you?"
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