"Oh yeah! Please, do. I'm already interested to hear about new things, and combat - while sort of repetitive - is suddenly way more interesting these days. New bad guys changes things up a bit. You people at least mostly know where all your trouble comes from. We've been fighting for centuries and aren't really any closer to figuring anything out than when we started, seems like," the Guardian complains, looking into his cup before raising it slightly.

"May I please have another?" he asks who he assumes to be the person in charge of refills. How do tavern?

"I need to read about the Qun, too. People keep mentioning it and apparently it's supposed to be relevant to anyone with horns, so...there's that," Mac mumbles, wrinkling his nose.

"If the demons are anything like the Hive, then you've probably got really fast small ones, beefy smashy big ones, flying ones - stop me if I'm wrong - and the floaty-flying ones are super bad with anything ranged and high impact. Go down like woah. And fire probably works pretty well against most of them, but there's always that one asshole that is completely immune, of course..."