[One will find the Devil Forgemaster leaning back against the wall near the door with one leg bent and his arms folded across his chest with an air of cool indifference. Of course, he soon tires of idleness and pleasantly preoccupies himself with sharpening the edge of his dagger on a rough stone not much larger than a bar of soap, the edge still crusted with blood from when he had plunged it into Trevor Belmont.
A smile tugs at his lips.
Of course, his business is not to be of assistance to anyone; why would it be? Rather, he wishes to eavesdrop so that he may know of what these men and women are plotting and see how he might be able to use such information to his advantage. While he hadn't been met with hostility upon setting foot into the room, he is certain the dear people of Luceti will very soon reveal their 'true' colours. They were all the same, in the end.]
PRE-MEETING SOCIALIZING
A smile tugs at his lips.
Of course, his business is not to be of assistance to anyone; why would it be? Rather, he wishes to eavesdrop so that he may know of what these men and women are plotting and see how he might be able to use such information to his advantage. While he hadn't been met with hostility upon setting foot into the room, he is certain the dear people of Luceti will very soon reveal their 'true' colours. They were all the same, in the end.]