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Ardavendi, oh, how that name was familiar. Briefly his mind flickered back to a chance encounter he had on the coal black sands of the obsidian beach, where he had met another of Valhalla, a pregnant, Soliel Adravendi. Coming back into the present, he wondered what the relation was between the two, though he wouldn't not ask, for her next words would bring a slight smirk to his jaws. Was she unaware that she had traipsed into the jaws of satan?

"My darling, Azalea, if it's adventure that you crave, I can certainly take you on quite an adventure..." His voice dropped, the pitch lowering, a smirk growing on his jaws as he contemplated on his own words. Assuming she took his well laid bait, what adventure would he take her on? Surely he could develop one in a split second, or they could simply play it by ear. Glancing once over his shoulder, at the water, he let out a sigh. What a pity, what a waste... Looking back at the simplistic beauty, who had captured his attention for the afternoon he smiled, the seemingly innocent movement nearly rippling in it's sinister capacities.