Ah, a pleasant occurance. You hardly know me and you're paying such a fine compliment. I'm flattered.

[He laughs, a sound carried away by the wind. If he has anything more to say on the matter, it's suddenly lost.

Because there's a soft hue of purple swirling up from the road, like a portal opening. Two small portals. As they draw closer, the headlights of Ardyn's car shine brightly on two strange little figures. Green and hooded, carrying a lamp and... a kitchen knife.

He slows down, his grin sharp. What irony, he thinks. Perhaps they were drawn to his passneger's otherworldly presence?]

Look, we have company. Daemons.