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Selael sat back and let the fortune teller talk about is own prowess... He wasn't exactly impressed, since, as far as he was concerned, what he did was something a little bit of deduction could do just as easily. He was observant, to be sure, but Selael wasn't quite going to buy "Psychic" just yet... It wasn't important to him and likely will not be. He sat back and waited for Eric to get to the point. Look after some "Things"? Clearly someone believes they have the authority to appoint new guardians, probably that idiotic Da'vion who happened to pop up and think his word is law. The reference to the labyrinth was... Interesting, but dated.

After the part where he pointed out that the feather was safe and no one wants it, and that because he's got an eye on it, Selael should do nothing. Ridiculous. Why should he trust him? "And I suppose I'm supposed to take your word for it?" He resisted a great deal of urges, but underneath those dull eyes was something of an offended rage being snuffed out like a candle in the dark. He spoke softly, that rusty-dull-razor voice beginning to slowly cut its way through the air... "You seem to forget that this is my life's work, and a few predictions and the word of an arrogant fool who fancies himself a demigod does not change the fact that when those of my... Lineage become lax in their duties is when... It... Is no longer safe. I take those weird precautions, as you so call them, because there will always be a chance that someone will go after it, and my family has found out the hard way that whatever might happen likely WILL happen. And as for the 'crazy man,' as you so eloquently put it, there is a description of someone similar to him in the underworld grapevine... I wish to track him and verify or disprove my suspicions. That is all." It was difficult to conceal it in his voice, but Selael was rather offended, though not at all surprised. He knew that those fools would, once again, overstep their bounds and still cause trouble for him even when they're gone. Eric would not impede his duties by saying "I've got my eye on things." Like the word of some fortune teller was really all that reliable. All this little encounter told him is that there are people who do not want him to maintain his vigil in one way or another... Which perhaps made it all the more evident that someone would be going after the feather.

Selael simply released a snort of contempt, shaking his head slowly at Eric, dismissing him as just an idiot that assumes that he knows everything. His caustic remarks didn't seem to anger him in the slightest... In fact, it would almost seem like he was vindicated by Eric's outburst. He lost his cool when talking to him, how can he handle himself in the black pit that is the world Selael dealt with every day? "It's exactly that kind of inability to control yourself that will make you an incompetent guardian. A dispassionate approach is the only one that will work." He got up from his chair and leaned on his cane, looking down upon Eric like a petulant child.

"Oh, and by 'Demigod,' I referred to those Da'vion imbeciles who evidently would have put you up to that task. It is obvious that neither of you would know just what it is you're about to get into. There are horrors unimaginable in the underworld you're trying to walk into, and outbursts like that and the ridiculous notion of what is 'Too far' will show you that those on the other side will have no such consideration." He began walking up and limping his way to pay for his meal, looking back at Eric. "The entire underworld would eat you alive." He walked down to the counter and left quite a bit of money, a lot more than he looked like he could ever use as disposable income. He looked at the door and waited for the idiots to clear out... Maybe he'd have to smoke them out of the way.