((all except me i suppose? thanks!))
Neralo arrived at the mouth of the cave that the rest had just walked straight into. "Seriously? Without first checking for danger? oh well." He muttered to himself. He made his way in, knowing that if there was some danger, he'd have heard some screaming by now. He walked in a ways, and noticed the dancing demon, which made him chuckle silently. Then he noticed the Cimmerian, sword in hand, seemingly prepared to attack. Neralo figured it'd be best if he helped out too. So he pulled out his own daggers. They may have been small, but they were fast, and in his hands, could kill an army. Neralo then projected a thought into the Cimmerian's, and anyone one else in the vicinity's heads "Hey, the name's Neralo, the Stygian standing behind the cimmerian with the daggers. That thing, is it moving cos he wants to stop from freezing? Cos i could make it freeze. I enjoy playing with ice."
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