ask and you shall receive

Hazel could make out the whispers of the two subordinates just enough to get the gist of their feelings though the exact words escaped her. She found no amusement or any real feeling at all in the revelation that they, whoever they were, were uneasy.  It was just a simple noting of their discomfort and a vague wondering about what role they might play in whatever was unfolding here. The one who was not afraid, who made himself comfortable before her fire, he had to be the catalyst, didn't he? At any rate he of all three had the strongest hold on her attention.

He gave his name and in alarm she echoed, "Eligos?" before falling speechless. If he'd had the bulk of her attention before he now claimed all of it. Even the smell of the fire faded away as her mind reeled at the possibilities. That was the name of a Duke of Hell. But his words and his mission were worldly, surely this was not the demon, but a namesake? It had to be though she couldn't fathom why a mother might give her child such a name. Hazel lifted a paw, the bell at her wrist jingling softly, and brushed it down her chest in an effort to settle herself. Calmer, she introduced herself, "I am Temperance."

Still a bit unsettled, Hazel was slow to address his need for a cursebreaker. "I know of such things, but breaking curses is no small feat and it always requires more of the asker than payment." She lifted one of her paws and deliberately jingled one of her bells to clear the air of the word 'curses' lest wandering foul spirits latch onto the ill intend and ride it back to her. "So before you commit to anything you must ask yourself if you are willing to sacrifice something precious."