[Deciding to save his other sweet roll for later, Dezel takes a couple of cookies from the other bag, biting into one before slipping down further against the tree trunk, free hand coming up to tip his hat a little lower. That will hide his eyes, but no matter. Sound, smell and the wind itself will keep him up to date on what's going on around him.]

Good. One less kid the rest of us have to keep up after.

[Not that Dezel has minded in some cases... He was giving cooking lessons to two teenagers. Well, he still is with one, but the other vanished a couple of months prior. Still, teenagers who can take care of themselves are at least somewhat less troublesome than those who can't. Mostly.]

I was with a mercenary guild for several years and, after that, a group of merchants. With humans at home who still believe seraphim exist, our relationship can be mutually beneficial. They pray to us and leave us offerings, and we ward off hellions and impure spiritual energy.