There's very little difference between the two, in Artemis' mind. He's not the most well versed in the gods and demons and everything in between that like to meddle in the affairs of mortals, and he wracks his brain to figure out which of the above this...person, or creature, could possible be. His weapons stay in their sheathes, and though he no longer looks like he's waiting for a fight, he's...tense, to say the least, regarding the other narrowed eyes.
"You could have asked that I be Chosen, as well." It's probably for the best to tread this conversation carefully. He's come too far on this journey to finally let himself die now.
"I'll do nothing-" Or, he can dive straight into Hell with his pride intact. "-until I know what you are, and happened to the drow that I was traveling with. Then I'll consider anything else you have to say."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"You could have asked that I be Chosen, as well." It's probably for the best to tread this conversation carefully. He's come too far on this journey to finally let himself die now.
"I'll do nothing-" Or, he can dive straight into Hell with his pride intact. "-until I know what you are, and happened to the drow that I was traveling with. Then I'll consider anything else you have to say."
no subject
"What is the drow's name?" They ask, seeming quite ambivalent about said drow.