“Unfortunately that is all I could find out about specifically about demons. There is a commonality between demons and dragons in terms of a blood awakening however I couldn't find any more information about it. Everyone that knew something had a blood pact that wouldn't allow them to tell outsiders, so you are going to have to find a mentor for that information.” said Verz a little dejectedly.

Verz had spent around 6 months and tens of thousands of gold in order to obtain this vague information but after Mors’ earlier demonstration she wasn't all that sure he needed it. -”Predatory instincts are a frighteningly powerful force, it seems even without being taught he will become powerful.”

-”So, in essence, I have to work on my performance abilities, manipulating the situation and people to gain the biggest benefits. I have never really been much of an actor but this role should be pretty easy.” Mors was ecstatic. He considered this information was the final bit of the puzzle and he was already formulating ways to use it. “What about the draconic side?”

“Dragons are extremely similar to demons in that they use the power of emotions however instead of using whats around them, they rely on their own. Depending on the strength of the emotion, they can release huge amounts of energy to power their physical and magical abilities,” said Verz, feeling slightly better at seeing Mors’ enthusiasm.

“Once again it depends on the emotion and the ability being triggered. For example, rage can increase physical strength and fire based abilities but unlike demons, there are even a few that sort of power up everything and could be considered passive, like pride, compassion or indifference.”

Mors was initially a little confused at this as it didn't feel like there was much difference, however, after taking a few minutes to think about it he realised that both had their own strengths and weaknesses and if he wasn't careful he could end up in some pretty sticky situations.

“So basically a dragon is strong while its emotions are in check where a demon is only strong in specific environments that match its type, sin and personality? Where does that leave me, who has no defined sin and the bloodline of both?”

“Until you find yourself in a situation that pushes you to the edge, you won't really know but I strongly suspect that you have both of these traits. You are monstrously strong compared to your peers with stats over double the standard in both strength and vitality which could be attributed to the dragons traits. I can only guess at the cause but it could be because of your willpower as well as your fierce and prideful desire not to rely on others.”

“When you fell into the troll hive, the stats on your plate jumped over the 1500s. Shocked I thought there was some magical interference but when I went to look for you… it was clear only a Grand Duke or above could have caused that much devastation.”

“What you need now is more experience and a racial mentor. I can only help you with the first one. Finding a mentor will be up to you.”

The two were bathed in the warmth of the early morning sunlight causing Verz stretched lazily as the birds finally regained their nerve and started to sing.

“We have run out of time. I guess we will have to continue when you return from your trial. The main point I want to get across is that there has never been someone like you and as such you will need to go through a lot of trial and error to see what works for you but you will need to be extremely careful when doing so. Not only are you a being from another world, you have the two most powerful bloodlines that should never co-exist.”

“You need to get stronger before the higher powers take notice. Alchemists will want your body for ingredients, mages will want to study you, nations will want your combat potential, people will lust over your bloodline but most of all, people will fear what you could become.”

Mors’ face turned serious “They can try. Even in my last breath, I will ensure that any who try to cause me harm will pay the highest cost.”

“Well just come back alive. Let's get going. Jade should have finished your new clothes made from Astorneth so you can conceal that vicious weapon of yours. Part of being a Pathfinder is stealth and that has about as much stealth as you have friends” Laughed Verz breezing over the seriousness of the conversation. “Also after thinking about it although you said you wouldn't, in front of the other Pathfinders you can call me mother.”

“Like hell, I will.” snapped Mors in an irritated voice.

“OK then here's the deal. After we have collected our stuff you have to be able to land a damaging hit on me before I make it to the meeting point. If you can draw blood it's your win, if not, it's mine and you have to call me mother.”

“Fine but if I win you can never call me little demon again.” coldly smiled Mors as he picked up his backpack and Morrigan that had been slowly dissolving the floor.

“Are you still not ready l-i-t-t-l-e d-e-m-o-n?” laughed Verz as disappeared into the dense forest with a flicker causing Mors to curse.

Mors roared in annoyance and followed suit, causing a huge amount of dust to be kicked into the air. -“I hate being called ‘little demon’ and now I have let her know it...”