Errol
The Clocktower, Town Square
"For such a wondrous creature you have a strange little pet. I imagine he stomps any potential fun into the ground, what a pity." Errol removed his gaze from the elf woman, glancing at Xena's reaction. She looked quite uneasy from that statement, for some reason. Perhaps it was because Errol was referred to as a pet? As far as Errol was concerned, he didn't care how people viewed him. Good or bad, he will still do his job. Protecting Xena with every inch of the second life she had given him. Limp dicked little bitch boy. Wroth called him dramatically. Errol didn't make any reaction. He did get slightly irritated at the way Wroth was being so unreasonably loud, but the statement before that made him raise an eyebrow. He stared at Wroth's face, his expressions, the look in his eyes... and realized the guy meant it. He wasn't going to hurt Xena in the least, at least not consciously. He stifled a smile. There's always been something about Xena... something quite strangely amazing, that she can make people open a little to her. Perhaps it was her gentle and kindly nature that drew people towards her.
His train of thought was interrupted when a zap from his horns made Wroth's angry expression grow slack. Slightly irritated, the daemon muttered. "I hope this docent become my catchphrase, but what the hell was that?" Errol's eyes narrowed a little, contemplating.
"That's the second time now." Xena suddenly murmured, curiosity burning in her eyes as she stared at Wroth's horns. Errol understood. For some reason, the horns seem to stop Wroth from being way too agitated. Everytime it zaps him his expression goes blank, as if he was momentarily disoriented. To say it was strange was an understatement. This isn't normal, even among daemons. It's not... natural. The way his body changed, it seemed as though something else is at work, something other than nature---
That's when he saw him.
The expressionless visage he had kept for the entirety of the scene crumbled, ad he looked out at the far corner of the square. An expression of surprise and disbelief emerged on his face. His heart raced. He looked over to Xena with a sense of urgency. "Xena, can I---"
Catching on quickly, she just nodded. It was apparent that she didn't know what exactly he saw, but read his face enough to know that it's extremely important. "Go!" she said. He didn't need to be told twice. He just nodded a little to Wroth before setting off on his way, through the crowds, craning his head to see. The man was stumbling, and he looked like he had a limp, so it didn't take much time until he reached him. Hesitating for a moment, he placed his hand gently on the man's shoulder, hoping against all hope that he had seen correctly, and it was not his eyes playing tricks on him. He had not seen him for so long, and it has been a long way from when they were kids, to now that they are adults. If this was him, would he even remember me?
"Durbul?"