Jame had seen the demon but he had decided to let Djakara handle it. He was frustrated enough with the boy that he wasn’t going to put in any particular efforts to help him, especially after the young Freiherr had said he didn’t need any help. Jame suppressed a laugh when Djakara fell back into the wagon, lying right next to his red haired bimbo, but what was even funnier was how handily the mercenary known as Godhand managed to destroy the demon so quickly after.

The half dragon let out a light guffaw, despite the seriousness of the situation. He realized, after he laughed, that it was the first time he’d smiled since he had been teleported into Salvar. Immediately, he began to regret the way he had hit Mariah. She had been acting like a flirt in an important situation, and Djakara had no business bringing her on board, but he felt as though he had been a bit too harsh on her. Djakara, he would have been justified in hitting, but her, he shouldn’t have.

Still, Jame knew there was no way to undo the past. His father had already attempted that, and it had ended up badly for both of them. Plus, if Jame had any regrets, he cared much more about letting Maia down in Raiaera than hitting some slut in Salvar. Godhand might have taken care of the first demon, but Jame feared that there might be others yet to come.

Since he was closest to the second caravan, Jame barked out a few quick instructions at a blonde haired man and a dwarf who were just emerging from the second wagon. “Any more demons come, help Godhand. Take orders from HIM, not Djakara. He’s the one who actually knows what he’s doing out there.” And then, without any more explanation, Jame began his transformation into a dragon. It was a shape that he did not use particularly often, he was somewhat ashamed of his bestial nature that he tried his best to keep it hidden.

Now though, was no time to worry about whether or not he’d win a beauty contest. With a few flaps of his wings that he was careful did not hit the wagons or any of the other mercenaries involved, Jame took off into the sky. He was surprised how fast he flew, but he assumed it had to still be the benefits of Aglarlin magic working for him. He wondered how long they would work in his favor, whether or not he’d have them long enough to get the weapons to where they were sorely needed.

As he flew overhead, he barely noticed a little dot in the landscape. It was the size of a single person, and Jame paid it little attention. If it was just another single demon, then he doubted there was much to fear. The way that Godhand had handily dispatched the first suggested he’d have no more trouble with the second.

Instead, Jame was looking for something bigger. He hadn’t expected the church to assault with demons, and he knew that on their own, there were no creatures of the kind that Godhand had killed that lived in Salvar. Even if there were, they didn’t turn to smoke upon being beaten.

There was something else at work, someone who knew of their presence, and Jame feared the worst.